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Monday, June 04, 2007

Poor Fred Is Dead

Charlotte cried herself to sleep in her web last night.Wilbur's great grandson,Fred,was murdered by the neighborhood bully.Fred only wanted to sing and dance.He did a great soft shoe."He was large in every meaning of the word,"said the farmers wife.A wake in his honor will be held today at 2:00 pm at the farmer's house.Ribs will be served.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mmmmm. Ribs!

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