In the dog days while I was in a bird cage at feeding time I noticed a young puppy
wiht a neck like a giraffe who, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wore yet a precious
beaver upon his head. This queer fish obviously had a bee in his bonnet and was quite
bats, he started yak-yakking at a wolf in sheep's clothing claiming that he was
treading on his dogs with his beetle-crushers. But the sucker got a flea in his ear; that
foxed him, and quiet as a mouse he ran like a hare for the perch.
I saw him again in front of the Zoo with a young buck who was telling him to bear in
mind a certain drill about his fevvers

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NEVER
SAY 
NO TO
PANDA