Once upon a time in the land of Floo.
There was a man named Thnickery Bloo.
He had so many things he did not know what to do.
He had troogles and bumfuzzlers, hooplazers and crumb-tosslers.
So many great things that could occupy him for hours.
But he sat on his rump and sighed a great sigh.
“I have so many things,” he said, “but I’ve played with them all.”
“I need some new thing with which I can enthrall.”
And he moaned and he whined and he stayed all blue.
And so ends the tale of Thnickery Bloo of Floo.
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