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Let's see if we can get through this
ONE
MORE
TIME
before breaking out the big guns.
Love on the acers of Sweet Aplles
by bookplayer
Within the Acres of Sweed Apples there lived a mighty stallion,
and a large and muscled stallion was he.
For this story of a stallion or largeness and muscles
refers to a pony of great might.
A pony maned Big Macintosh.
Upon a sunnish morning on the acres of Sweet Apples,
this stallion, Big Macintosh of the largeness and muscles,
was pulling a plo, thought fields of soil the deep brown colors of dark chocolate.
The plow pluued easily,
because Big macintosh was a strong stallion,
and the strength with which he pulled easily moved it.
When there cane a scream:
AAAHHHH!
The scream came with a sound as if a pony was tarpped by a large objects,
but not as large a Big macintoshs muscles.
Big Macinsish knew that if there was a pony to be saved,
his muscles must same them,
and he would have to be there.
So he wnet there fast,
galloping with a swiftness of speed like a fast movine river
down a steep mountian of rocks where it picked up speed
until it was moving with altricity.
And thus Macintosh go,
-"And thus is Macintosh go" -ah BALLS