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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required CONT ... from Part 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Part 3 Through frowning ululating flowers of full colours she waded for hours. She scaled sharpie sharp rocks and slid down roughie rough slopes. She rested out of breath next to the bones of fox dopes. She heard the elf somewhere yelling, promising,’ Santa has changed his mind! I’ll take you back to work! Christmas is back on! I’ll meet you at the vines maligned.’ B knew Mark was lying through his reptilian teeth so she quickly got her breath back and headed east through a bush valley to a suburb called Heath. A dim tunnel dripping she past made her thirsty so she went inside with her mouth open wide. The water drops were just right for her. When she closed her mouth, lowered her head, swivelled around, Santa was right there in bright white-and-red. He was staring furiously and licking his lips. B screamed, ‘HELP! HELP! HELP!’ and clutched her hips. Shockingly he opened his super five metre wide like Pac-Man mouth. Then he sucked up B into it so she wouldn’t be able to EVER AGAIN! eat his wood toiled toys. He yelled, 'NEVER again could she do it!' She laid too scared in his fat gut, literally a real tar pit! But she felt positively relieved she’d soon get out when she remembered, and Santa forgot, that there was no doubt that in a few days he’d poo her out. THE END
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