Jacob and Jacob gnawed at the tree root they had been given for supper.
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“And both children were swallowed up whole and the ruby path was never seen again. The End.”
Fish didn’t hold with parties, no matter what day of the year it was. So running away seemed like a good idea.
I’m staying awake ’til Christmas Day
and I wonder what Santa will say.
What if the magic of Christmas was really a curse?
Each Christmas day in Outer Space
the Cosmic Turkeys hold a race.
This wasn’t a good time to be a snowman in the Cold. Not with the Blizzard Brothers on the move again.
“WHADDYA NEED? WHADDYA SAY?
WHADDYA WANT FROM ME TODAY?”
Go to sleep, my baby
and maybe you’ll sleep sound…