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[itsatrapped]

I am told that mortals feed themselves stories so that, satiated, they may sleep.

I find that I am often fed the moral without the tale. 'Tis difficult to digest, that way.

Mayhap I could trouble thee for a story. One they tell in your lands, in low voices. One that held you safe through the night.

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[incywincyhero]

There was once a little boy by the name of Billy. Billy was an ordinary little boy who did ordinary little boy things: eating, sleeping, going to school, playing violent video games, that kind of thing. One day Billy went down to the bus stop to go to school and found all of his friends huddled around in a little group, talking about something called the Purple Wombat

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[itsatrapped]

I am reading, not listening, but 'twill do.

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[incywincyhero]

Billy’s hand shot up. When the teacher called on him, Billy asked, “Mr. Kazynski, what’s the Purple Wombat

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[itsatrapped]

Be that the end? Are we meant to fashion this wombat creature from the stuff of our imagination?

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[incywincyhero]

Billy sat up with a start. He looked around the room, trying to locate the speaker, but there was no one to be seen

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[incywincyhero]

The moral of this story is: don't stand up in a boat, because it's dangerous.

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[itsatrapped]

'Tis always a fine idea, to learn how to swim.

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[incywincyhero]

It's a valuable life skill.