mott man one hen

two ducks

three squawking geese

four limerick oysters

five corpulent porpoises

six pairs of don alvaro tweezers

seven thousand masedonians in full battle array

eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of egypt

nine apathetic sympathetic diabetic old men with a marked propensity for procrastination and sloth

ten lyrical spherical diabolical denizens of the deep who all quay around the quo of the quivy of the quarry all at the same time.

thank you.
Strideo In days of old they brought joy to the scattered cosmos. When they came, planets rejoiced and cities reveled in festivities. They where the troubadours of the stars, the minstrels of the galactic empire, and the intoners of melodies so deep and earnest, so profound, they bade Kings and Qweens to feast among the common folk and to once again know what life was. Sadly, when their star went out and they were gone, the universe seemed more empty than before and the grand macrocosm seemed like . . .

. . well, vacant dry empty space.

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