for all it is worth

they did ask me, said breadroll to make the first line and that is exactly what i did — right now i did it. not that i did not do exactly the same thing before but that is a second line now which i believe everyone has been waiting for. we should get something out of it.
what, train folks asked. he was a stout fella, red around the nose, eyes bloodshot, contained movements, a bull about to enter a china shop. what, he says. ticket, he says, points towards the clock. shortly, he finally snorts. lifts his shoulders. eats.

worth a word

that’s what you get for being eager, sponge said to breadroll who just had stepped into a puddle and looked soaked.
at least it was not a poodle dooh, said breadroll.
exactly, said block of wood, it could have been a bigger dog even.
i’m glad we identified the problem, said sponge, we should make an announcement.

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