Short Story
One day there was a old man that sat on his porch eating a apple. Now most people would think that this man was normal but in fact he held the key to the most precious thing in history. The goldan can. But the golden can was locked away under the city's fontain guarded by a hude Honey Bee and a man that had a shodow shaped like a monster and when you saw the creatures you would go running. This man lived in a tower shaped like a castle that looked over the fountain. But he was always to afraid to go to sleep for the fear that a scary parachuting man would drop down and steel his beloved tresure.
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