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But before he started, the mage asked for first, for a small taste of grog to quell a quick thirst.
After slamming four tankards he got back to work, though his eyes did spin, and his hands did jerk.
With the boy before him, the mage reared back, while clutching his reagents in a small toad
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sack.
He sent out flames of red, green and blue that engulfed the boy, hiding him from all's view.
When the flames died away, as well as the stench, To the father's red eyes, his boy-Was a wench!
'Oh no!' he cried, and he cursed this new fate, 'My hard working boy
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