This poor monkey is waiting while I work on other things for its mate. It is remiss because God made all things to be mated and paired together. "Why can't I have a mate?" Stamping its foot it wonders off to explore its surroundings.
The poor little monkey is baffled. It had been informed during the making that it would dwell in a land of mountains covered by purple majesty. "Well all I see is fog and dreariness," said the monkey, " Where am I?" Unbeknownst to the little guy, he was dreaming of his home. He lived there while he was a skein.
The poor little monkey is baffled. It had been informed during the making that it would dwell in a land of mountains covered by purple majesty. "Well all I see is fog and dreariness," said the monkey, " Where am I?" Unbeknownst to the little guy, he was dreaming of his home. He lived there while he was a skein.
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