1071.    
Once upon a time, it was very early.  And there was a lot of noise.  And lights. 
And bad smells.  The guys were
ruining our house with their thunder camper-truck.  And with their flashing Hallowe’en
lights.  And with their skunk bad
smells.  The moon was not happy. 
The End. 


 
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