Mr. Tankerness owned a tree. The tree had a tiny door at the base. The tiny door was a trap. Of course, my parents warned me against men like Mr. Tankerness. The cute hobbit tree drew children in to capture them.
I considered chopping the tree down, but that would take hours and he’d hear me and come running. Only one answer worked.
So why was everyone so upset at me for burning Mr. Tankerness’ house down? They should have given me a medal.
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