In the land of Nod, there lived a Poddling
His name was Truddlemite and nothing more.
Every morning, Truddlemite rose early to hunt and fish.
And every night, he retired when the stars came out.
A Poddling is not adventurous, so the story ends here.
A Poddling enjoys a full belly and a dream of their next meal.
“What else is there?” Truddlemite says.
Perhaps he is right.
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