In the nighting hour , I am to bore my night ‘ s cap and slumber down , but alas I am to be keeping open eyed by such an awful expression the common folk may refer to be “ hunger “
Lighting the lantern , I having had coat mine bread in squashed grain and but a cup of blundered raisin. But as I am come to realise I am not to consume this in silence ! ! ! Preposterous ! ! !
Mine television flickers on command , many pictures a bore . . . Until I happen had be seen a program of wonderful things ! ! ! The miniature horse variety of hour ! ! ! How I am to says neigh to this ? ? ? ( This is to be being a humorous statement I made )
Dawned a yellow straw of hat on its head , it ‘ s fur of the porcelain and stone , whispy tails curving into a gentleman ‘ s hand. Such a gentlwould is being to hold the horse to tip , water cascading from it’s mouth ! ! ! Right into the smallest a tea cup ! ! ! A teapot, how fascinating ! ! !
I am to wonder for when such a program will visit next ! ! ! Am I to be in the presence of fellow fanatics ? ? ?
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