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A Huge Tiny Creature

deep in the jungle of a desert lowland lived a huge tiny creature the size of his hand his mouth was just like a mountain ravine with a belly as big as a washing machine this enormous old thing really tiny and thin who was ever so young with a long curly tongue a lot of red hair bald headed and fair too many toes and an upside down nose he would stand in the open and hide under a rock and wait there all day wearing only one sock and if anyone shouted “why are you there?” he’d always shout back “I’m not, I am here!”

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