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Ugah Fugah a Moralistic Tale

Ugah Fugah (A moralistic tale) .Ugah Fugah lived in a cave, away back at Earths dawn. You would have really liked him. ( he never cut the lawn.) Now eating was a hassle, there was no local store. You had to chase and kill. ( a lot of blood and gore.) Unless you were a veggie. There were lots of fruit and fishes and there was no washing up. ( he didn"t have no dishes.) His cave it was quite sparse, no paper on the walls. He had a few cave paintings. ( but that was really all.) The view was picturesque, a Planners dream for sure. It really did look nice. (like a glossy pic brochure.) Ugah Fugah was a guy who thought he had it made. Surrounded by young ladies. ( their attention did not fade.) Especially when by accident, he started a small fire. Just by hitting flint together. ( that"s all that was required.) But the flames they just got higher, and then it was no joke! The whole place disappeared. (up in a puff of smoke.) There was no Fire Brigade, it really was a Buggah, and guess who got the blame. (poor old Ugah Fugah.) He really was the first, that as this New World turned. To find himself in trouble! (and get his fingers burned.) And it is true today, a glowering look "I" catches, when I hear Mother say. ("Don"t ever play with MATCHES!)

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