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Mad: 3

He was getting flushed with shame. He was scolding all the animals calling them uncivil and uncultured. Then he was forcefully dressing all those who were unknowingly going near him. The dogs were sweating in heat wearing the civil attire. The cocks and hens were running to and fro with discomfort. Wearing the ultramodern tight British dress, the helpless cats were mewing in the streets. The towns-folk burst into laughter seeing his acts. Seeing that, he suddenly cried out in anger, 'Brethren or gentlemen, now you, yes you, kindly start putting off all your cloths. You have no right to be covered with this civil dress because you have already lost that right.'

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