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Puss in boots


Once upon a time,

A long, dreaded time ago.

There was a boy names Aeson,

Aeson was a healer.

Aeson decided to take a walk

upon this walk he found a rose,

a rose of beautiful color.

Yellow and orange sprouting like

fur from a cat.

Aeson being the healer he was,

picked the flower for his medicines,

niiave thing he was.

The flower began to hiss and snarl,

Aeson felt strange, like a sickness

had come across his stomach.

Everything went black.

Aeson woke up feeling warm,

orange,

yellow,

furry,

Then he realized, he became a cat!

Aeson changed his name to puss,

wore strange little boots,

carried a sword,

and fought crimes.

 
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