Not Quite A Fable

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“Watch me as I pull a rabbit out of this wolf,” were the last words the amateur magician crane said.

Pleasant Valley was not living up to its name. If one didn’t know better, one would think they were in Moroseville, or worse, Cleveland. The problem was, Princess Pringle was in a deep, deep funk, thus too, was every citizen of Pleasant Valley.

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