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Later that night, as the two fishes lay in their own beds Sarah asked George how the foot prints got in the garden. But by the time George had explained Sarah was fast asleep. She never did find out how the foot prints were made in the garden. As the two fish slept, the large black bird and a few of his friends danced around in the snow. Their boots shinning in the moonlight. ‘They’ll never guess who did this’ laughed Simon, the black bird. And they never did ! The End. (for now) |
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