Fiddleeebod

Once long ago a jolly round little man with a snow white beard and a twinkle in his eye went for a walk across the tundra with his equally round little wife. Roaming through the reindeer, they discussed the upcoming trip in detail. After all, it would be the first such trip, and they wanted all to go smoothly. When they got around to discussing the suit, they couldn’t decide on its color. Shades of green, lime to forest, were considered and discarded. The round man tugged at his beard in thought. They crested a hill and stopped. They exchanged glances and vigorous nods, then hurried home to prepare the red dye. For they had seen the wonderful red leaves of a single scrawny tree growing all alone in glory there on the tundra.

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