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January 31, 2017 A long, long time ago in the lands of the giant tulip trees Lived a wondrous animal, called the Alley Phont Sheeze. Standing as tall as the great Coconut Shrine, He pounded thru the jungle like the Notshurus Rine. He was big and ungainly standing on all fours, Making his was gallantly thru the sunny outdoors. He grunted and hissed with occasionally a snort; Only the Emerald River gave cause, for the great Sheeze to abort. He had his own domain which he marked with his tongue; Four brothers and sisters but none of his own young. He didn't like girls and their dainty perfume; He much preferred the purple woods, and its moldy mushrooms. He would dance all the night in the light of the moons, Even when his older sister said - he looked the buffoon! He slept with his feet high, high in the air; Keeping all three eyes open, watching for baer. Now over the orange hill, in the Land of the Mist, Lived a fair maiden, seemed he couldn't resist. But alas as fate would have it, it wasn't meant to be; The great Sheeze could only watch from his coconut tree. For you see the two lands were in two different realms, And travel was forbidden so's not to overwhelm. Violet would climb that daunting, orange hill each day Hoping to catch a glimpse of her Sheeze, in his gaudy array. But the law forbid, that the two should ever meet And all that silly quodropod could do, was to shuffle his feet. So the years rolled by not so quickly, for this doting duo, Until one day when it was planned for a magical luo. Each islander would dress in their very best tume'; A great party began that very night, and in the morning resumed Somehow in the shuffle and the bustle and such, Realms were transposed and their hands - well, they touched! Violet and her adoring Sheeze ran right to the shore; As we come to the end of our story - there just isn't much more. Yet many years later in the brisk mountain breezes - There were what appeared to be three, maybe four, little Alley Phont Sheezes.
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