The Moon that Shone like Rampaging Mice A Short Story by Random Writer Harry Blackman looked at the tiny teapot in his hands and felt sparkly. He walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. He had always loved derelict Moscow with its jealous, jolly jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rick Giantbulb. Rick was an adorable angel with sticky feet and spiky ankles.
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