Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Thomas' Second 853rd Story



853.     Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas.  He was wearing his pajamas.  His pajama top had a pocket.  In the pajama pocket was a glove.  It was a white glove.  For catching a white moon.  Or maybe a white moon boulder.   Maybe Thomas will catch a white moon boulder tonight.
The End.


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