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Witchs Frog Tree

Your Christmas tree looks like it is made of real frogs! I told the witch. It is, she assured me. They are standing on circular risers. Want to hear them sing? I don’t think that is necessary, I said. It was too late. She had flicked her wand and they were stadium singing. A loud croaking bullfrog in the back ruined the entire song. I may have to change him back into the mayor, she told me.

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