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(2 stories)


I went back to gather a coalition
A posse
To capture the Beast of Bodmin Moor
In siteu heard a very peculiar call
Phew: Banana: Whaa: Whiff Whaff
Then a rustling and a crazed laugh
Was it a man?
A mad pudding?
A feral animal?
Something escaped from hell's back door?

Their union was wrong and short lived. Strawberry jam with beefy crisps sandwiches. BURP