Once there was a little stick bug. He was sitting on a mushroom crying. A large baby waddled up to it and said, "I know why you weep little stick bug." The little stick-bug, startled that the baby was on its own and understood its pain, said, "You do?" "Yes," the baby said, "You cry becasue you are a scary ugly beast that should be smooshed," and with that the baby crushed the stick-bug in his chubby fists, laughing, laughing and hopping up and down.
Later, the sun set.
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