The Sneegle sat in her thinking spot, thinking her deepest thoughts. She thought about trees, birds, and bees.
She pondered thoughts of blue skies and blue streams and even blue butterflies.
But as hard as she thought, she could not think of a thought that could make her understand why someone thought up war.
Poor Sneegle, she was all thunked out.
She sighed with despair and decided it was time for tea and cakes.
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