Without holiday there is no happy. Without happy there is no holiday. And yet, there is always fruitcake.

In the fortieth month of the Donkey’s Last Bray, you shall walk with a cane. On that cane, stripes, and within, a delightful peppermint chill!

The vanquishing of fear is the beginning of strong. But woe to even the most heroic of men when they encounter the Spectacle of the Spectacled Worm!

And they lit the candles and wrapped them with fine linens. And as they slumbered, they woke to the cries of The Great Alarm. That was stupid.

There is coming soon the weeping of reindeer, for behold: the Steed flies faster… and it blazes!

In the moment of the pie, you will ask yourself: why do I exist? And Kuhu shall speak: lemon meringue!

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In the year of the hangtoothed squirrel the world will discover joy!

Mountains of snow inside a mountainous cave will soon melt away, leading to truth and zombies in spring!

Do not ask who knows what fun comes in the shadow of the diamond squall. It is the sound of glory washing over the ship of hearts, and verily, the happy harpsichord will answer with a wee little whistle!

In the eighth hour of the week’s end, you will stub your toe. Stupid couch.

And behold, in the seventh generation of the fifth demand, the Four Challengers of Awesome will burst from the clouds on steeds of fire. Powered by the eternal Flame gem, they will plant a chip of knowledge in the minds of all, bringing unending fun and mindfulness without need of hands or devices.

And now, Kuhu will reveal one last truth before silence returns.

Tomorrow, at lunch, Kuhu shall have fries with that.

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