A lucky meal.

You've heard the story, you know the tale, and now would be a good time to leave while you HAVE a head. Time to leave the story before your axed. Out the door you go, not looking back, and hurry down along the forest path. Again, however, the scene changes, and you feel like shouting at Lengths for not making up his mind what story your supposed to be in. You now find yourself in front of a new house, a goat leaving by the front door. You here the sound of your goats inside the house, and realize your now in the wolf and the seven little kids. You remember how this one goes, and that it takes numerous trips to town to get the things necisary to fool the kids. Rather then do that, which by now you feel is a good waist of energy, you whip out your credit card, slip it through the door, and us it to unlatch the doors simple little bar that is meant to keep intruders out. You quickly devour the little kids inside, and remembering the story right, fish ot the last on hiding in the clock. Now, after the pigs, grandma, red riding hood, and seven plump little kids, you think you'd be full, right? Wrong, your still famished, and by now, your continuous gorging has left you looking like an overstuffed goose. You weight of you bulging belly makes you want to rest, and their is a tree nearby that looks very inviting, where you could possibly digest for a while...

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