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Thursday, 2 July 2009

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My good friend Little Bo Pee-Pee told me that she lost her sheep and didn't know where to find them. And then she asked me to help her. And then I did. And then I asked her what a sheep looked like. And then she showed me a picture she had drawn of a sheep. And then I asked her if her sheep looked like the picture of a sheep. And then she said it did. And then I said I would help her find her sheep that was missing.

Oink-oink.

And then we went looking in the hills for the sheep. And then we couldn't find the sheep she had lost. And then we went back home tired.

And then when we got home, Little Bo Pee-Pee asked me what time it was. And then I told her it was half past seven. And then Little Bo Pee-Pee asked me if she could use my bathroom. And then I said yes. And then she went to the bathroom.

Oink-oink.

And then when she came back, she said that there was no toilet roll. And then I said I would see if I could find some for her. And then when I came back with the toilet roll I saw that she had wiped her bum in the curtains. And then when I said I was shocked by what she had done, she said sorry and then went to wipe the curtains clean with the tablecloth while she did a wee-wee down her leg.

And then she said she had the runs. And then she pulled down her knickers and did a giant smelly pooh right there on my carpet. And then I chased her around the room with a broom because I was so angry. And then she started to go to the toilet again as I chased her. And then she continued to leave a big smelly, sticky trail of poo-poo all over the walls, the carpet, the furniture and the ceiling.

Oink-oink.

And then we both got tired and had a little rest. And then we heard a knock at the door. And then I went to answer it. And then I saw a little white, fluffy sheepy-weepy standing on the doorstep with a basket of treats for Little Bo Pee-Pee and me.
And then I invited the sheep into my house and we all had a nice dinner.

And then the end.

Oink-oink.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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