If I only had ink I would immediately write a letter to the new ibis down the street, said Inkie the inchworm. I would insist she is not to eat inchworms while she inhabits her iron hut. Ilkie ibis interfered incredibly during summer. Many inchworms went missing in no time. This is insane, interjected Inkie inchworm. So she made an irresistible poison. Ilkie ibis ate the poison and fell ill instantly. From then on Ilkie ibis never ate another inchworm and they all lived happily in the same street in Idaho.
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