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Tingle Dingle and The Little Stinkers – The Rear End
So, we have come to the rear end and with every ending there is a new beginning.
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PONGPENDIUM – LETTING IT GO! PONGS AWAY!!!
The third in the series of signs was when the bulldog blow off ambushed me. I felt as though the ‘Little Stinkers’ were out for me and I had to get the book written – or else stinks, pongs and nasty niffs were going to catch me at every opportunity.
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PONGPENDIUM -What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Duckbilled-splatterpus?
What would happen if that whale released a stink? Do whales have funny tummies? That then resulted in shark smells. Did sharks blow off? Did a shark have a bottom? All of that came from one innocent bottom bubble!
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Time for a Ponga-long Sing Song about a Pertinent Pong!
‘Time for the chorus,’ Sebastian waved his hands in the air as if conducting an orchestra. All the Little Stinkers united in song. ‘Ohhh it stinks… it smells so bad… the rancid stench makes us so sad…
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Pump-kin?
The calm rippling motion when they arrive and their funny beaver faces make you relax and enjoy the spectacle. Yet, that relaxation is destroyed when they become fartistic, create a random image that then evaporates into a terrible stench.
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Hideous Hummer?
Now imagine gathering a group of them together, all humming their own tunes then you certainly have the potential for absolute aggravation. Now combine that with a fruity fragrant fart and you have a catastrophic combination.
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Sneaky Squeaky ?
You learned the art of sneak early on… The other poignant posterial part is that your bottom does not make a thunderous billowing blow off. Instead it creates a smelly sound likened to a rusty hinge.
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That Refund You Owe Me – Thank You for The Refund
There I was caught up in new inventive sports involving food items and… surprise… a refund. You must have read my emails and thought ‘we can’t take much more of this…’
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That Refund You Owe Me – A Bad Smell!
What an awful job. How they smile at guests when they have been on the receiving on of rectal rage!
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That Refund You Owe Me – False Teeth
Then I heard a story about a pair of false teeth being left on a chair and someone sitting on them so they essentially bit the unsuspecting victim on the arse…
Michelle Dry's Children's Books 