118.
Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named
Thomas. And it was bedtime. Thomas wanted hot chocolate. Like in the train movie. But it was bedtime, so Mommy said, “No hot
chocolate.” Thomas bit Mommy’s brown
sweater.
“Why did you do that?” Mommy asked.
“Because it’s brown.
Like hot chocolate. And it tastes
like hot chocolate.”
The End.
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