Tell tales held of muffins and mammals throughout the vast kingdom of Noahland. Crowned at the very top of Royale Mountain sat King Muffin on his throne of pastiered glory. He ruled over the creatures of Noahland with great mirth; a self-centered cretin of royal enmities. His sinister bind to his subjects was only whispered among the most sacred of breakfast dishes. His superiority was painful to those of good-natured heart and lightless spirit.
Even with his cruel crown as the only barrier between peace and war, there were rebels. Travelers from the distant country of Trannslyvannia entered Noahland as a pit-stop. Whilst unfased by his moist appearance, they were a light on the chipmunk's tail as a feather of freedom. Taking the form of the chipmunk, the travelers set into the distant light to overrcome King Muffin's reign.
For days and nights they traversed through endless haze, until they met the peak of Mount Royale. King Muffin aligned his robes of the wall ans sat still on his throne. The Chipmunks sought after his robes; his sign of royalty. With a dive on light wing and whirlwind of tails, the chipmunks obtained thier prize, as King Muffin stared, mouth agape. In his moment of weakness, the chipmunks lunged to attack. But upon his head he wore a crown, the fluttery petal that his the snake.
In furry fury, the bite hit its target as the king howled in agony. Without a second to spare, teh crown made its drop down Mount Royale. The chipmunks had feasted in celebration upon the tyrant muffin. His warm crumbs were reminnescence of the evil master. The heroes traveled again, with the crumbs in paw. This time developing massive artillary weapons to destroiy all evil. In years to come, Canada wil be only crumbs, a small reminder of the evil muffin king of Noahland.
Even with his cruel crown as the only barrier between peace and war, there were rebels. Travelers from the distant country of Trannslyvannia entered Noahland as a pit-stop. Whilst unfased by his moist appearance, they were a light on the chipmunk's tail as a feather of freedom. Taking the form of the chipmunk, the travelers set into the distant light to overrcome King Muffin's reign.
For days and nights they traversed through endless haze, until they met the peak of Mount Royale. King Muffin aligned his robes of the wall ans sat still on his throne. The Chipmunks sought after his robes; his sign of royalty. With a dive on light wing and whirlwind of tails, the chipmunks obtained thier prize, as King Muffin stared, mouth agape. In his moment of weakness, the chipmunks lunged to attack. But upon his head he wore a crown, the fluttery petal that his the snake.
In furry fury, the bite hit its target as the king howled in agony. Without a second to spare, teh crown made its drop down Mount Royale. The chipmunks had feasted in celebration upon the tyrant muffin. His warm crumbs were reminnescence of the evil master. The heroes traveled again, with the crumbs in paw. This time developing massive artillary weapons to destroiy all evil. In years to come, Canada wil be only crumbs, a small reminder of the evil muffin king of Noahland.
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