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Fern-footed Fred spent time in the shed, shaving his head and building a bed. Fred’s brother said “Get out of that shed!” but Fred wouldn’t budge, he held a grudge, and damned if he wasn’t gonna finish that bed. Head shorn, nearly morn, time for bed, and Fred stayed in the shed. Let’s just say he’s a stubborn bastard.
Jamey, July 2010
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