Tap tap tap, entered little motions into The Drizzles' dream.
Tap tap tap, entered little thumps into The Drizzles' dream.
He awoke to find a stranger slapping him repeaedly on his face.
"Hi! Oi! Please stop!" cried out The Drizzles with his straight-out-bed bass. The stranger stopped slapping.
"You sure are hard to wake up" he commented. It was the goldy.
"I sleep rarely" explained The Drizzles "Why did you wake me up?".
"We need to have a talk".
"Really?" moaned The Drizzles.
"Absloutly" insisted the goldy "you need to understand what is going on in here".
The Drizzles shivered. "You are not going to unexplain it to me, are you?".
"Unexplain? By golly, no! Why would I want to do such a thing to you? You seem to hardly know anything to begin with. That Schmuck IgI! No, lad, it's nothing less then explanation from me".
"Good" relaxed The Drizzles "let's have this talk, then".
He peeked in his buckets, to see if there any more tiredness left in them, and found out they were all filled with greed.
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