Another Fine Fable...
There once was a |2 named |1 who lived in the |3 and
had spent |4 life in the |3. You could say |5 was a |3
|2, but |5 really thought of |6 as a |7 |8.||
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Well, one day |1 was |9 through the |3 under the hot sun
and |5 began to get very thirsty. So |5 began to look for
something to drink. Suddenly |5 noticed a |10 |11 in
the middle of the trail. |12 also could smell |13, which,
of course was |4 favorite drink. When |5 tried to pick up
the |11, |5 was unable to hold it, since a |2 doesn't have
opposable thumbs. "|14!" thought |1, "I keep forgetting
that I don't have opposable thumbs!" So |1 decided to
figure out another way to get a drink of |13 to quench |4
|15 thirst.||
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|1 sat down on the trail to ponder the situation. |12
thought and thought and thought about it. Finally |5
noticed a bunch of |16 laying around. "|17!" said |1,
"I can |18 some of these |16 into the |11 until the |13
gets high enough in the |11 so I can sip some from
the top!||
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And so |5 did. After |19 the |16 into the |11, |1 took a
long drink of |13 and sighed. The moral of the story
is, you can't get |13 from a |11 until you |18 in all your |16.||
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The end.
