not very long ago, in a far away land named eshire, there was a scrooge. this scrooge lived in a small squarish box the scrooge called home. it had three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room and two bathrooms. wait a minute! why then a small box was used to describe the house?
becaaaause….that was what the scrooge felt about the scrooge’s house. it was small. so small that, “there is no space for another living being!“, said the scrooge.
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see how sad the scrooge’s life is? imagine the scrooge living with other living beings like miser or selfish or happy or clumsy. whoa! the scrooge will surely fall terribly ill with heartache and headache and stomachache.
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fortunately, christmas did not come once a year in eshire. the ghosts of past, present and future come once in a while, out of their usual visit, to knock scrooge out of the scrooge’s chair and sometimes give the scrooge sleepless nights. and so scrooge mellowed a little during these rare visits.
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but still, because the visits were rare, you could kill.