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he said to his crew: "We'll fly east over Skree, Until we arrive at the Sassaway Sea." But although the two Llamas worked on with a will, They couldn't make headway, and nearly stood still, For the wind that had blown them so far off their course, Was now blowing head on, with much stronger force. And there they were, over the coastline of Skree, When the wind changed, and blew them out over the sea. |
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the Pig saw outside, a familiar form, It was Hiram T. Quink, bravely fighting the storm. He was pointing to something below, in the sea, And the crew all looked down to see what it might be. Then one of the pedalling Llamas looked out And he saw a dark shape, and then let out a shout. |
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Text and Illustrations Copyright (c) 2002 by MGT Publishing a subsidiary of MGT Developments Ltd. |
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