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black the young boy named Jelly quickly transmuted back.
As he left the place everyone heard the words of the monk, 'Never let a bad spell caster cast spells, especially drunk!'
To this very day the young boy they call Jelly, continues to stuff away cheese in his portly pot belly.
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But his father is content, and he will always smile, 'This beats worrying about a daughter by a country mile.'
'Tis not that I don't want a girl,' claims the tired old father, 'But when a boy is young, he is less of a bother.' 'A young boy you must check up on every time and
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