Took a little trip to New York City. Packed my clothes and looked real pretty. Meet my boys
Fudge and Peter. Fudge was 2 and Peter was
10. They told me all the tales of where they
have been. Fudge always messed up Peters
stuff. Peter then would get real rough. He
messed with mothers flowers ate Peters
turtle and was sick for hours. His dad said it
was take a kid to work day. Fudge and Peter
didn’t know what to say. Next thing they know
they where in a commercial smiling big and standing tall. Dad so proud he bought them
a dog. Fudge and Peter live happily ever after.

The End

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