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Part I: they Met Flying Wunties
A billion lush emerald strands were quivering all up and over and down the grassy, windswept hills of Canton, Ma. Schoolhouse Rock has just finished and little Mary Egg Muck took her wunite out of the stoochcloset and headed out the back door of the converted barn she lived in with her uncle Hoppleotapuss. The way the rolling hills opened up through that door reminded her of a dream she once had while napping in the cereal cabinet during one of Uncle H's many extended fumpling rumspringas. She was about to fy her wunite on a string and it made her feel free. Run eggy, ruuuuuuuun! Baaaa ba ba ba baba deeeeee do dadada dat! Once she got her wuntie up to about three hundred feet, the girgle winds took over and kept it aloft. Eggy got lost too, just holding the spool and staring up ini to a warm, breezy blue heaven. Wssssshhhhhh woooooooooshshhh warm and blue yeeeeeenaaaaaahhhhh.
She almost felt she would float away with the wuntie if she relaxed any more, when all of a sudden "HAI! MAI NAME IS GREETCHEN!" yanked her out of that calgon sky. The voice came from behind her and sounded a bit like a nervous baby lambee. Of course, it wusnt. It was just an apple faced litttle kittengerl named Greetchen. And eggy was thrilled for her friendliness. Culd it be that eggy didn hava fly h wuntie all alone anymore? Wwhere did this Greetchen come from? Maybe if was from the bustelo over that hill and just past old Lady Fjertie's place on the left?
"hi, greetchen. Mai name is @Little Mary Egg Muck. If i had any freinds they would call me eggy. Would you like to call me eggy?"