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Monday, 1 October 2007
Dirt 1
The Old man trotted up the hill towards his olden Mill that he had crafted many a year ago. Inside he had an all sort of nuts and grains and other farm treats. He smiled as all products of his years loin and crab working were present and budded. Jakery, his work horse told him that they simply must head into town to visit the Orphans. "YES! OF COURSE JAKERY!" the Old Man cried aloud "the children will simply enjoy these fresh nuts and seeds!" He fetched his pummeling wood and his sack of lobsters, crabs werent in hatching season so their crustacean brothers would have to suffice for this adventure.
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