Wait! I can only use 50 Words?
50? Not 51 or 52?
Alright, alright. 50 words it is. (Insert figurative flexing of muscles and cracking of knuckles.) Here goes nothing!
Never Trust A Magical Teleportation Device
Mischa’s magic medallion misfired again.
Zoing. Statue of Liberty.
Zing. Was that a lion? POUNCING?!
“Phew! Close One! B-b-brrrr! Dang thing landed m-m-me in Snowmaggedon! What’s that magic word?”
“Znuffleflumster!” Mischa dropped the medallion. In the sand… on the sunny beach.
“Now we’re talking!!”
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Have a great day far away from pouncing lions and filled with warm sand. Unless you are allergic to sand, in which case, scratch the whole thing. Just have a great day!