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The Purple seer saw that the Bogfolk loved to feel the squishy bog between their toes and warned them that to drink of the Oak sap meant to loose that squishyness.
 
Plagued by the dilemma of needing the Oak sap to continue their species and the desire for squishy toe jam from the bog, the Bogfolk created "squishjam" toe jam socks.
 
Soon the bog squish toe jam socks began attracting flies.
 
They turned into a Godzilla-like monster and the bogfolks rode on it.
 
Then they awoke from their monster dream, still yearning for the Oak sap, rumors began to circulate about a cult of Flatlanders who hoarded the Oak sap for themselves and put the Bog folk at odds with the Marsh fellows and the Hershery Barrowers.
 
Stu said:
Then they awoke from their monster dream, still yearning for the Oak sap, rumors began to circulate about a cult of Flatlanders who hoarded the Oak sap for themselves and put the Bog folk at odds with the Marsh fellows and the Hershery Barrowers.
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Unable to share the oak sap with the other peoples of drosse, due to the greed of the chief of flatlanders, the flatlands soon rang to the squelching sounds of marching bog squish toe jam socks, as the bog folk went on the warpath
 
The Bogfolk concentrated all of their energy into a single thought that resonated across the flatlands.
 
They all intently visualized a single drop of ever expanding bitter sweet Oak sap growing on the proboscis of a grandmotherly Oak tree.
 
Within minutes of their concentrated energy, that single drop of life sustaining Oak sap raged into a thunderous downpour.
 
This single piece of sap flooded the flatlands and the vales, cooling the surrounding terranova, breathing life into a once dark and dreaded sea of dirt and drought, bringing to life a marvelous flourishing flora.
 
With this new found abundance, the once rival clans of Bogfolk, Marsh Fellows, and Hershery Barrower's now lived amongst each other in a land called Hollywood.
 
In an anarchist communist society without greedy leaders ;)
 
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Two years later, the legendary movie producer with the golden socks and the platinum shirt arrived in Hollywood.
 
The Hollies (as they now called themselves) had profound feelings about the rare metal of the Producers shirt.
 
A prognosticator was called upon, who decided it would be best to slice the gut of the Produce open and lay his entrails upon the ground to watch how the sun at sunrise would glisten off of them.
 
ewww...i mean....the producer was shocked to find himself in such a predicament and began to doubt his credo that if you spend enough money on marketing it IS possible to fool ALL the people ALL the time


(“You can fool all the people all the time if the advertising is right and the budget is big enough.” Joseph E. Levine (1905-1987) American film producer)
 
Meanwhile, the Hollies soon found themselves embroiled in a bitter lawsuit with the surviving members of a 1960s pop group of the same name, whose primary interest was not monetary damages but rather procurement of massive quantities of toe jam, which they assumed to be an irresistibly delicious confection.
 
The Hollies discovered that toe jam socks could be made from hemp, and immediately outsourced manufacturing to the Bogfolk, Marsh Fellows, and Hershery Barrower's.
 
... and then they realised that the Mayans were right.
 
… about capitalism-- it works!
 
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