Pangalushu threw a stone into the pond. It skipped three times and then quietly slipped into the murky abyss. Turkey Lips then screamed at the top of his lungs “PANGA STOLE MY POWERSTONE.” It was true. The stone was not Pangalushu’s. He stole it from T.L.’s top drawer the night before. “MOM, THAT WAS MY [...]
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