There once was a farmer who was located in the east of the swamps. The owner was morbid looking and always wore a vivacious smile on his face, which lead many to believe he was sick in the head, insane. He put a profuse amount of time into his little pumpkin patch, scrutinizing every stem that grows, every leaf that sprouts, every bug that crawls near his precious pumpkins.One day while I walked by...
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