7 years ago
Sunday, February 1, 2009
In the little town of Dudlinbuttom, everything was normal. The usual smog hung over the city streets. Every-now-and-then it spotted someone vulnerable and suffocated them to death with its poisonous fumes. For this reason, most of the dwarfs ran around with umbrellas. No one knew why this seemed to fend off the fog, and no one cared, but everyone was careful to include even the smallest parasole wherever they went...
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