This is a very, very, very VERY little story about a little girl named Lola Moon and her Mommy, Maggie May. This is Lola. She is very smart, smacky, sparkly, sunny, snappy and sometimes (but rarely) snotty. *This is her Mommy, Maggie May. Mommy watched with great patience as Lola Moon of the Moon Clan and all the animals of the household scampered through the grass. Hermione watched closely, As Lola Moon and Harry Potter made their way through the afternoon sunbeams.
" Oh my goodness " Lola thought to herself, " My Mommy is very very very very VERY strange. " Lola Moon was very happy, And Mommy was happy too. Say goodbye, Lola Moon of the Moon clan. It's time for supper.
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This is a very, very, very VERY little story about a little girl named Lola Moon and her Mommy, Maggie May. This is Lola. She is very smart, smacky, sparkly, sunny, snappy and sometimes (but rarely) snotty.
*This is her Mommy, Maggie May.
Mommy watched with great patience as Lola Moon of the Moon Clan and all the animals of the household scampered through the grass.
Hermione watched closely,
As Lola Moon and Harry Potter made their way through the afternoon sunbeams.
" Oh my goodness " Lola thought to herself, " My Mommy is very very very very VERY strange. "
Lola Moon was very happy,
And Mommy was happy too.
Say goodbye, Lola Moon of the Moon clan. It's time for supper.
