The land beneath him swelled as gently up as it did down, the teeny tiny itty bitty teensy weensy little flea sized dachshund noticed as he made his way thru the thickets of the giant fur forest. “one day, maybe i will find out why the land moves in such gentle swells, and why the winds from the west are always so smelly. but today,” the teeny tiny itty bitty teensy weensy little flea sized dachshund pipped to no one in particular because not even the fleas of unusual size were listening to him, “ today, i will climb mount elbow swirly and when i reach the top, i will slide back down. and then i will go back up, and i will slide back down again. because sliding is fun, and knowledge is something i can always get later.” :)
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As a famous poet once said:
"The trembling earth resounds his tread!"
Even the earth quakes in anticipation of the mighty phoophies of the fierce wolf!
Well said!
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