But then that old Slouch, had a bit of bad luck. He ran right in front of a red Fire Truck. The truck honked it's horn and the Slouch almost fell, he tripped on the curb, and he gave out a yell. But he jumped right back up, and his step didn't sag, the only thing was, he had dropped the pink bag. I stopped at the bag as the Slouch ran away, and I thought, maybe now, I can make that Slouch pay. But before I could even, think that one tiny thought, the bag, it self opened, and smell good it did not. It had the bad odor, of a dirty old sock, and then a creature popped out, and said, "Hi, I'm a Grock!"
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