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Angus harked to the bells tolling not for his dung. Two moist cowpies glistened in the morning dew , so they were called 'dew-doo'. One of them came when called. So well-behaved the local wags marveled at such disciplined shit - excuse the o ther pile, for it had had a long night. The party lasted till dawn, leaving with the booze, called out "buy these fritters" and many did. Only dawn follows dusk and time fritters away like a potato pancake, so it goes. Meanwhile, the bells finished tolling.
Meanwhile, our two moist heroes sheltered fugitives from the law, who kept cops at bay until their air gave out.
