There always was ten little oompa-loompas eating turtles by the chocolate fountain. Their heads were shockingly large too because they lived beneath the giant acidic toenail which grew shorter every Tuesday afternoon. "Was that a flying elephant?" asked the oompa-loompa quietly. Another elephant flew towards an oompa-loompa which had majestically and fantastically green eyebrows. One oompa-loompa began dancing on water and he shouted: "Buchanan!" very squeakily. Then the crying rabbit jumped out and attacked with gargantuan, electrical slippers
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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