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Willow sings a happy tune ash she walks down da stweet to hur shoppe. She goes inshide an deposits hur bags on da kitshun tabul, den goes to da cupboard an gets owt hur lektwic skwew dwiffur. She takes it owt in fwont uf da shop an pwugs it in, den goes back fur da fwower boxes an der fastners. She continues to sing happily to hurownself ash she works attaching da boxes unner da shoppe winnows. Dat done, she gets da bwitley cowored fwowurs she got fwum da gweenhouse an da big bag uf soil. She kwikly gets efferyfing pwanted and sthands back to admire hur pawwurk. A twuck rolls to a sthop in da stweet beside hur an two kits jump owt. "We lookin fur Mrs Willow Snowta," one uf dem meows. "Dats me," Willow weplies. "We gots a deliffury fur yu, he meows. "Oh doody," meows Willow. Da two kits get to work, first takin owt a awning. Willow sthands back an watches as dey kwikly instawll it offur da fwont uf da shoppe. When dey awr finished, dey pwull tabuls an chairs fwum da twuck an set dem on da sidewalk at Willows direction. Willow gwins happily ash hur new sidewalk cafe takes form. Finished da two kits jump back in der twuck an dwife off wit a wave. Willow takes a lasht look awound an den huwwies inside to get weady fur da days business. -----
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Spwing ish Spwingin - cannonbawlfranci, Sun Mar 3 19:36:48 2013
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