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It may not look like much but it is still an awesome site with the creation of this tale by yours truly;
the monkey and the llama
- Hans Christian AndersonONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a monkey; but she would have to be a real monkey. He crapped all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were monkeyes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real monkey.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a monkey standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made his look. The water ran down from his hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of his shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real monkey.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a llama on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the llama, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the monkey had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real monkey because she had felt the llama right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real monkey could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took his for his Monster in Law, for now he knew that he had a real monkey; and the llama was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
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And this fab song..
Ah, look at all the ugly chickens!
Ah, look at all the ugly chickens!
Laura Montague picks up the umbrella in a Burger King where a Death has been.
partied in a laugh.
party at the horns, wearing the antelope that she keeps in a lion by the tiger. Who is it for?
All the ugly chickens, where do they all come from?
All the ugly chickens, where do they all frolic?
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That is all for now. This has been a golly good time.
