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Space Suited Shells Are Cute Arent They

A fat flat packed duck billed platypus was not on a platter. In fact it had escaped under a robe. With a robin. The robin was to be stuffed into a pigeon which was stuffed into pheasant then chicken then turkey then goose then flamingo. What a huge feather meat pile then! The other birds had unfortunately gone and were splattered and hung up in readiness for de feathering. But the robin was the same colour as the table cloth and therefore was able to hide under the platypus which could turn invisible so all that could be visualised was a tablecloth blowing in the breeze. Due to the fact the tablecloth was on the floor close to the robin and the platypus had entered from outside seeking shelter from the rain, it was easy enough for the robin to hop from the board after untying his legs then peck himself under the fine red satin cloth which was by the door. He asked the platypus what they should do and together they decided to venture outside. Under the cloth. So off they went. The sliding door was slightly ajar and the ample frame of the platypus squashed himself through whilst the dainty robin followed. Outside were people marvelling at the tranquility. The overhanging trees. The waterfall. Fragility. Statues. And the stoic air. Giving a sense of silence and peace. The dashing waters underneath were a wonder as they darted below. The many sparkles were from fishes. The cloth with the escapees' floated on by. People were so used to seeing items float past from the house that no one raised an eyebrow and instead were engrossed in photography and clinking glasses. A fete balloon climbed steadily up the air circles into the blue. And the soft velvet lilac petals over the railings grinned in glee as they fled from the tree to give an unique illusion of sprinklings' that radiated pink hues like giant twinkling grounded orbs. Portrayal painted pictures. And a nice heron in a suit was bringing a wonderful array of seafood and cocktails. The escapees had reached a road. They saw an abandoned car and climbed in. They started the engine as the keys were still in the ignition. Then off they raced to find pastures new away from chop slicing and bang bang bang. Weeeee down and way way away. Ha a beanstalk is arriving in a silvery dress with a curly cuddle curdled hairstyle. Ha a little goblin is jumping over the fence and balancing precariously attempting to take a picture of the passing teapot parade which were kayaking the waters below. Ha the seafood buffet has jumped up called a cab and has now reached the beach and dived back in the sea. Xxxxx conscientiousness z z z z z at fifty two years in a basket to sixteen garlands in a line of pineapple skirts. Skim then. Z z z z ponick. Z

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