"Baa, baa, baaaaa" bleated Sally. "Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah," she complained. "Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks... WHOOPS!"
In the springtime, after the clouds of winter and before the storms of summer, when the skies were clear and the waters still, Abel went star-catching.
The other villagers thought him daft, of course
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