The Sheep Mans Christmas
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t took t and ate it stop crying.
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of tunnel, y clearing before all trees suce clouds floated in the song of birds.
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o eat one of ts from w, he heard a voice from behind him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Sheep Man.”
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