Pigs Must Fly ~ Short Story Section

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The yellow danced the old warm sea and finally, a flutter of white feathered wings. Fly must the sky brings joy. 

 Skelly the pig lived in a horrible uncleaned hut filled with terrible waste and fobble. 20 to 5 to gobble. 61 for 62. Stuck alone in unauthorised mess. Never not lived forever. Don't tell them alone be clever. Sorry 80 would not be 4. Pigs must fly, haven't you saw. I need to change your mind and eat carrot in red. 

 The blue slept the purple pink and soon, a drop or sun-kissed love. Fly must the clouds bring joy.

 Fluggy the pig lived in a mansion blue. To be a 100 miles away and. But a butterfly change. 14 might eat a 5 to a mulkuin. A blue.

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