Today I try to run again but only walk because sick. All the sick makes Sam the grump and in a mood like Grammy said Sam is in a mood and I am. When does sick stop I don’t know. My dumb nose hurt from sneeze and I wisht I was a rock or something that is not sick. On my way back to my sleep place I seen a thing that make me so laughing. The thing is a rusty trap with big teeth but the funny was the inside where is a bottle of the hootch. For the one thing I could use twine to loop the bottle and get it without trap hurt but the nother thing is Sam knows about what is the hootch and I guess the real trap is headpains after the drink of it. Smart Sam says no thank you mister two trap.
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