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Fran said “Where are the pringles? I love Pringles”
"You can't eat them!" chickn said. "Here they are," the tubes of pringles and bottles of tartar sauce glowed at the end of the tunnel. "They are going to be used for Crooked River so he can be mortal again."
 
"You can't eat them!" chickn said. "Here they are," the tubes of pringles and bottles of tartar sauce glowed at the end of the tunnel. "They are going to be used for Crooked River so he can be mortal again."
“Ohhhhh.” Fran became serious. She held up her lantern so that she could see better. She took a step forward and tripped on a tiny stalagmite. The lantern broke her fall and shattered into a hundred pieces. The cave grew dark, save for the dim glow that the Pringles and tarter sauce gave off.
 
“Ohhhhh.” Fran became serious. She held up her lantern so that she could see better. She took a step forward and tripped on a tiny stalagmite. The lantern broke her fall and shattered into a hundred pieces. The cave grew dark, save for the dim glow that the Pringles and tarter sauce gave off.
"Ah! Our light!" chicken screamed. "Now look what you've done, I can't see anything!"
 

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