The Shore as an Absolute Nightmate

When i was four my pet rabbit, thumper, died. My dad thought this would be a good opportunity to teach me about death. We dug a hole for a bit, then popped thumber into the hole. It quickly became apparent that the hole wasn't quite big enough. So my dad took the spade and chopped thump what fer? And folded him in on himself. Bragkets, braggets. The shore as an absolute nightmate. Can have your money back, but big pat on the back o me from an arena full of devastated and annoyed people so arrogant. That's amasing e. God must have really been gone afo. And well done