Once upon a time there
lived a little boy called Squishy. When he was born his mummy and daddy
thought he was so huggable and cuddly, with his teeny tiny hands and teeny tiny
feet and his wrinkly scrunched up little face that they fell completely and irrevocably
in love with their amazing creation. Unfortunately for Squishy, whilst
his mummy and daddy were very good at loving little children, they weren’t very
good at picking names. But this meant nothing to Squishy, nestled in the
loving bosom of his family and he grew up strong and tall, clear of eye and
fair of face, secure in the knowledge that there was nothing a boy in possession of
a keen mind and a stout heart could not accomplish, should he set his mind to
it.
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