ngrily.
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t turned and oerior of till santly after came to stand in front of a door, and promptly opened it.
“Merry Cmas!” everyone sed. Everybody t and Left t, 208 and 209, till around looked like the Sheep Professor.
Inside ted Cmas tree. Underneatree, s tied up h ribbons had been piled.
“ in t are all of you doing unned.
“e’re all ing for you,” 208 said.
“e’ve been ing all time,” 209 said.
“You’ve been invited to a Cmas party, don’t you see,” t said.
“But I’ve been cursed, so I...” stammered the Sheep Man.
“I put t you ing, and everyone .”
“It certainly he Seagull’s wife.
“And interesting, goddammit,” added Left t.
“A pleasure, t.
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Alte upset about tion, o enjoy ay mad wime.
“If t ’s OK the Sheep Man said, nodding agreeably.
“Mr. S to play the piano for us,” 208 said.
“You must be very good,” 209 said.
“Is the Sheep Man.
“t said, pulling aside a giant clote, sheep-shaped piano.
“t to your ’s content.”
t nigiful and deliger another.
Rig and Left t sang, 208 and 209 danced, t faced off in a beer-drinking contest. Nobody rolled over and over on tmas cake ributed to everyone.
“Mmm...delicious. Munco a third piece.
“May t prayed.
seemed as if ill a very distinct bump on ain on t’s place stood te sheep piano.
t happened when he woke up.
Outside trees, on ts, we snow was piled high.
In ternoon of t day, t into too pay a visit to t t t a vacant lot. teposts and paving stones had all disappeared.
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urned to tmas card ure of a s ed:
May the sheep man world forever...