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Shrunken Heads are Not Happy

None of my shrunken heads are happy the tribal chief said. Was he not quite upside up in his own oversized head? Did he not know that most skulls do not like to be shrunk? Maybe he said it because he was a tiny bit drunk? The last batch I made came out happy and gay. I am so irritated with these three, I may throw them away. Throw them away! Screamed the tribal chief’s wife. She is so terrifying, I am surprised that he still has his life. For she is the one who likes heads to be shrunk. She wears them as necklaces, she has a whole trunk. What is wrong with this batch? She shrieked at the chief. I sneaked away then, and believe me, it was a relief.

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