Froddo Fuddpucker III, of Delaware, (my neighbor), puckered from pickles picked by Peter Pumkineater, and sold seashells by the supermarket while serving shalots and surreptitiously suggesting silicon supremecy solely spearheading saline solution shot survivors squarely in the pinkie and shoulder, between segments of putrid popping pentagonal plunderers protruding precariously pregnancy plucked precocious preteen problem pages with pigment, (pink, purple and periwinkle), preposterous. Perhaps Peter's problems perturbed passers by, paramedics, perverts and even priests couldn't prevent

