Abigail Daglish

Once upon a time, Sound and Music were made.  Sound and Music were friends.

One day a piece of white stuff fell from the sky. The next morning Sound went outside for his daily walk.  He fell in the white stuff.

One hour later, Music, knowing Sound was never late coming back from his walk, went downstairs and fell into the white stuff.  He started digging and he found Sound.  


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