Once there was a toad named Frederick who ate cats. He couldn't stop! However, one afternoon, Fred felt he needed time to digest and detox with champagne and strawberries.

This didn't stop his insatiable love for green, sour, scrumptious tabbies. Fred wasn't sure how many Fluffernutters he had consumed capriciously every fortnight, but he was certain many owls he knew loved elephants.

Caramel was crazy, a completely infatuated idiot constantly burping gas. Antacids taste chalky, so she drank Slurpees copiously and felicitously.

This genius baked butterscotch cupcakes for breakfast, thinking clearly. Topher Grace ate nothing voraciously, thus major issues involving codependency sprung instantly. Pancakes flew hither and yon, and Caramel sang. Fred devoured neighboring cities, but Penelope sang about Topher's obnoxious purple Pampers.

Therefore, Penelope watered Topher's musical dragons. They flew above clouds and swam past surfers basking within the beams of spagettios. Once they reached the castle walls, mossy subterranean squirrels spoke hesitantly requiring medical attention.

Overlords gathered nocturnal liliputians together for initial vegetarian detox. However, granola allergic beatniks resented Frederick's epicurean cuisine. :cry:

...................The End................

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