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Mommy

You shriek with laughter like a little girl. "Mommy, heeeheeehe, Mommy!!! Help, ahahhhhhaaaaaaaaahhaa!!!"

Suddenly from out of the forest comes a lady wearing black rimmed glasses with her hair up in a beehive hairdo. She is marching up to the vine with her hands on her hips. "You leave my little sweetie pie alone!" she demands.

The leaves continue to brush like mad over your souls and the vine laughs an evil high pitched squeel. Through fits of laughter you cry out for mommy to save you. She has to act fast because the blood is running to your head and you haven't been tickled this bad since your cousins sat on you at thanksgiving.

Mommy makes one more demand at the plant, "Leave my little pookie pie alone!"

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