Barnaby was a man of strict habits and very lonely ankles.
He owned exactly twelve pairs of neon-orange socks.
He liked them because they were loud enough to drown out the silence of his morning coffee. But then, the Great Vanishing began.
Barnaby was a man of strict habits and very lonely ankles.
He owned exactly twelve pairs of neon-orange socks.
He liked them because they were loud enough to drown out the silence of his morning coffee. But then, the Great Vanishing began.
The light in the fridge clicked on, and Puddles the Jelly woke up feeling very wiggly. He was bright pink, smelled like a strawberry field, and had one very serious problem: he...
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