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The logs had jammed the creek
and a snow storm ws
coming through.
When the weather had turned cold a troubled
people look for a remedy to there aliment.
One person said that it seemed the waters had froze
faster then they had ever did before.
They used there recording device to document
the event. The elapse time seemed extra ordinary
 : all stood in disbelief and wonder.
Damn-it, seems a man can't do anything right
in the sees of man or God. His wife smiled
and said, like anything else wee'll get through it!
Who's this , noicing a tall guy walking toward him,
"hey mister what's your business we're kinda busy her":
I can see that, you must be Mister Dane Smire, I'm Kent of the daily planet
a colunist. Yeah whata you want? said another guy , we wanna tell your story
"here's the scoop Kent," there 700 logs jamming the
Who-Gamey creek and the big freeze is on"
Yeah it look like the big freeze is on but it's still warm out here> Yeah your right Kent whats going on.
I don't know but I beatcha Superman will know!
The we heard , hah! an evil laugh and then a a strangley dressed villious guy came walking out saying. Tell Superman that there's a specail suprise in the creek
and he wanted him to get it for him. Oh know it's the Big Freeze, the evil villan from a strange worldbeyond our Galaxy!

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