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Moose ? Geese ?

So with a moose in my closset, and these mice in my ears, you ask me to spy a Walrus ? So the moose turns into geese and our geese turn to a moose and the walrus turns into a hundred clams ? Then ! our new moose stomps the clams until shining silver coats the sand and 1 crying gold fairy cries a space elf.. The geese eat the silver and fly away gold ducks.. but nothing really changed for them at all.

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