I am watching them churn the last milk they`ll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want to make buttons out of my bones. Where are my sisters and brothers? That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap. And that idiot student of his— I never saw that muffler before. Poor uncle, he lets them load him. How sad he is, how tired! I wonder what they`ll do with his bones? And that beautiful tail! How many shoelaces will they make of that!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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