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Dimitri left for Faerghus and there he had a farm. Little did he know that there would be flying crabs. At first they remained in the cold soil, as crabs tend to do, because they love dirt. However before long they tried to scuttle away. These were special crabs. They were "(STAY PUT)" crabs, borne midst tagsets. They did not listen.
Together they ate eggplants. It was very harmonizing.
