Little Timmy had a wicked case of grumpy guts. Every time he tried to eat his yummy dinner, his tummy would gurglingly growl. And wouldn't you know it, Timmy's shoes were being just as contrary! They simply refused to stay on. Maybe that Timmy was feeling a bit sickly. Mommy thought to go outside and play. A Rougher Path Life ain't

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