

There once was a sad little skeleton. He was sad because no one wanted to play with him.
While all the other kids at school were playing and having fun. The sad little skeleton sat there all by himself.



"Why don't any of the other kids want to play with me," cried the sad little skeleton.

"You are not one of us. You are a skeleton. Skeletons are not People," said the kids.

"Wait, that is not true," said the skeleton.
"Skeletons are people to."

I can play baseball.

I can play basketball.

Look at me, I can even dance.

You see, skeletons are people to.

"That was great," said the kids. You are right, Skeletons are people to.

"Will you come play with us?" said the kids.
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There once was a sad little skeleton. He was sad because no one wanted to play with him.
While all the other kids at school were playing and having fun. The sad little skeleton sat there all by himself.



"Why don't any of the other kids want to play with me," cried the sad little skeleton.
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