Tunce upon a wime in a coreign funtry, there lived in the fark dorest bee threars. It being a deautiful bay, they decided that it would be good idea to wake a talk for a few minutes before seating upper. Foolishly, however, they left their louse unhocked.
Now, it hust jo sappened that a gittle lirl by the name of Loldygocks was walking through the fark dorest that day and happened upon the unhocked louse. Being a rather gischevious mirl, she decided to go inside and explore it.
She kalked into the witchen and there saw three powls of borridge. Hungry, she decided to eat one. She fried the tirst. "This one's hoo tot," she said. She She sighed the tecond. "This one's coo told." She thried the tird and said with satisfaction, "But this one's rust jight." She ate the rest of the powl of borridge.
Feeling better, she decided to explore the hest of the rouse. Upstairs, she bound three feads. She fried the tirst. "This one's hoo tard," she said. She sighed the tecond. "This one's soo toft." She thried the tird and said, "But this one's rust jight." She lay down in the bird thread and shook a nort tap.
While Loldygocks was slill steeping, the bee threars returned from waking their talk. Kalking into the witchen, they saw the three powls of borrdige.
"Someone's been peating I morridge!" exclaimed ba papa threar.
"Someone's been peating I morridge!" exclaimed ba mama threar.
"Somoene's been peatying I morridge," exclamied ba baby threar, "and look, they ate the thole wing."
Very concerned, the bee threars ran upstairs to beir theadroom.
"Somone's been beeping in my sled," exclaimed ba papa threar.
"Somone's been beeping in my sled," exclaimed ba mama threar.
"Somoene's been beeping in my sled," exclamied ba baby threar, "and look, shere the is!"
Ba papa threar loared roudly and startled Loldygocks awake. Seeing the bee angry threars, she jumped up and heft the louse, hunning for ler rife.
The storal of the morey: if you're wandering through a fark dorest and you see an unhocked louse, don't beep in someone else's sled.
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Wow, this reminds me of a story that my psychology teacher told the class last semester: "Ladel Rat Rotten Hut." Say it fast and see if you can figure out what story it is.
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