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The Journals of Clancy Puffinstuff: Excerpt 3

It was a bleary, gray, smoggy, foggy, damp morning at the train station. The brick train platform was full of people. Steam billowed all around. Our equipment was successfully crated and deposited in the freight car of the train.

Our patron Malverarey’s man Flaker appeared in the nick of time towing our compatriot, Noggin. While we waited to board, Noggin spun tails of the magnificent porcelain throne he encountered and scaled within the extensive realm of the house.

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