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Faerie Police Hunt For Losr Faeie

The Faerie police came by the woods at five. We are hoping the lost one will be found alive. She was last seen lurking near a hornet’s hive. The mushroom gnomes hid among the chives. None of you will be jailed, the police chief said. We just want her back safe and well-fed. So King of the gnomes pointed the faerie out. She went home with daddy, with a giant pout. Preteens are horrible, an elf said to no one. You are right in one way, they are not quite fun. They can be horrible! Look at my own little Lou! Little Lou heard her mama and threw up her shoe.

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