The little weasel that could, but had a hard time doing it
Once upon a time there was a little weasel named Wea-wea. Wea-wea was a curious little weasel. He wold always try to go on adventures, but really just walk ten feet and then hit his head against the ground. One day Wea-wea was hitting his head against the ground when he noticed the ground was cement. Yet it was too late, he had already smashed his head against it. In doing this, Wea-wea knocked himself out. Knocked out, Wea-wea had a dream. Because this dream had nothing to do with the story, I will not tell Wea-wea's dream. The point is, Wea-wea learned (from his dream) that eating dried up pickles is, suprisingly, NOT good for the body. Wait a second, that has nothing to do with the story either. OOP'S! Heh-heh. Sorry. Heh-heh. Please don't sue. Heh-heh. Well, since the author COMPLETELY MESSED UP, we will postpone the story for now.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
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