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[Ruby123]

help me get my hat back from my enemy MY.

 

[Moses_Young]

Donald-the-ogar's withered and aged face broke-out into a broad grin.

 

[Ruby123]

That creepy smile was enough to send shivers down your

Whoa that was a quick change Mo. Is red your colour?

 

[Moses_Young]

tentacles, if one was an octopus. Luckily, one was not!

(I think your mate, Donald-the-ogar, stole my red hat. Red was my colour, but now I am hatless.)

 

[Ruby123]

Donald the ogar now wearing his lucky red hat decided

 

[Moses_Young]

that he liked Ruby-the-expert-narrator slightly better than Tall-Jake-the-budding-typist, and therefore

 

[Ruby123]

proposed to Ruby who said to the ogar that he

Mo, you need a hat!!

 

[Moses_Young]

would need to be 1000-years younger and 1,000,000-times manlier before

 

[Ruby123]

he could win the body building contest. Donald was not

 

[Moses_Young]

-hing compared to MY, who was so muscular, he wore

(There - I found a new hat so you don't have to see my bare head! )

 

[Ruby123]

a crocodile onesy to bed each night. It was green

Yes I see another hat of MINE!!!!!

 

[Moses_Young]

and inherited from Robin Hood, a folk hero of yesteryear.

(Okay, I returned your hat! )

 

[Ruby123]

The hat did not sit well on his head. It

 

[Moses_Young]

was rather oddly shaped. The hat, on the other hand

 

[Ruby123]

was round unlike his head that was rather egg shaped

 

[Moses_Young]

Ruby-the-expert-narrator's honesty was so brutal, MY wasn't sure whether to

 

[Ruby123]

laugh or cry so he chose the latter and reached

 

[Moses_Young]

for his handkerchief, which was delightfully soft, silky and pink

 

[Ruby123]

like his pyjamas (lol) It was near his bed time and

 

[Moses_Young]

this year, he'd been a bad boy. Santa was not