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Painting Tigers Turquoise

King wanted tigers, but he did not want them yellow He was an incredibly self-absorbed, picky little fellow. I want my tigers to be turquoise, he said, lead them to the paint. They got tipped and dunked, and a few of them did faint. The baby tigers did better than the older ones, so those he kept. He moved all the adult tigers out while their offspring slept. The babies were annoyed when they discovered their parents gone. They got rid of the king and his throne and readily moved on.

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