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"There once was a fellow named America who was healthy rich and powerful and he was bound for someplace called Glory and strolled along the road watched enviously by his enemies, who were mainly skinny little trolls who hid away in the hills, and they fled every time America looked towards them. Nearby, in the bushes, were gnomes and elfs who ate bananas and who cheered mr america along. A gnome finished a banana, and threw it aside, but the wind flipped the peel onto the road, where America nearly stepped on it. America had so much stuff in his pack, the enemies in the hills drooled as the thought of all them riches, and the gnomes and elves thought about the riches too, but did nothing, because America was so strong even the greedy leers of the nearby friend elves added to the avarice of the enemies hardly concerned the Big Lug. A particularly greedy gnome had finished his banana, and, casually, accidentally, tossed the peel onto the road, and America stepped on it, lost his balance and nearly fell, but fortunately regained his footing and continued, with his bulging backpack. The other dwarfs (and enemies) noticed the near fall, and they then casually threw banana peels onto the road, without eating the bananas even! America stepped on a peel, his foot slipped and he staggered forward, stepping on other peels, slipping some more, but by dint of strength and will he maintained his footing. Just ahead, the road entered a valley, and America hurried on, avoiding the banana peels (which the gnomes/trolls said were all thrown by the enemies in the hills!) A few minutes later, America was watching the enemies while going downhill, and naturally he stepped on some real juicy banana peels, his feet shot straight up in the air and blah blah blah" Thus, America was wiped out in the ditch, bleeding, all the riches gone, his clothes a mess, his boots tied together etc Boy was he mad at the enemies up in the hills (who saw the whole thing)
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