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Snail and Bullfrog

Bull frog invited snail to spend the night. It would be a delight! It would be a delight! Let me know what to bring; said the snail named Right. He loved his friend, with his heart and all of his might. It was their tradition on Christmas Eve to chat a bit. Bull frog regaled Right with all of his wonderful whit. They would share a spot of tea favored with an orange peach pit. Then they would read a book in an easy chair where both would sit. Sometimes snail slid down and ended up on bull frog’s head. That is when bull frog would suggest they both go to bed. They had no family left, but thank goodness they had each other. They were so close, they both considered the other a brother.

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