He found this out when suddenly; a pair of revolting socks, and some of that ink that smells odd attacked him savagely. But, in the knick of time a small green tinged man jumped from around a corner and using some tree soap as a weapon.
(This is normally used with the aim of stopping migrating pigeons from assaulting its lettuce bars and patches which were located around the corner from the forest on the beach teemed with a sausage blaster to confuse before the soap cleaned there brains blank leaving them like headless chickens that’s till have heads. Another pest was Hungary rabbits But enough of the trials of lettuce growing back to George’s situation).
The man waved his soap in the air, the cleanliness emanated from it knocking the socks and ink out in one blow.
“Traveling without tree soap?” said the strange green man, “Are you mad?” as he ushered the duo away to his camp. George did try replying but was moved along too fast, he was thinking ‘yes I’m a box out with a Room what else would you expect?’
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