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Last Tuesday I decided to join a club.
I am Jenny Dupont, so I wanted to join a cool club.
I walked through the streets until I came to the best club of all.
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It had the best club house, which was shaped like an igloo.
The sign above the door said, 'THE FAT BOY CLUB - coolest in town.'
It was run by Mushy Pea, who was the leader of the Fat Boys,
so I knocked on the door.
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"What do you want?" asked Mushy Pea.
"I've come to join your club."
"You must be joking," said he.
"Nope," said I.
Mushy Pea looked at me closely.
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"You're not fat and you're not a boy," he said. "So you can't be a Fat Boy."
That didn't seem fair to me.
I told him that I could do anything a Fat Boy could do.
Mushy Pea disagreed.
"Nah," he said. "Fat Boys can pogo."
I'd forgotten about that.
"I can pogo too," I told him.
Mushy Pea smiled.
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Last Wednesday I went to the park to show the Fat Boys I could pogo.
I am Jenny Dupont, so I pogo pretty well.
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Noodles the Hoop, the Fat Boy pogo champ, was waiting for me.
All of the Fat Boys were there, to see who could jump the highest.
"You can go first," said Noodles, and he wished me luck.
I like Noodles. He's a good lad.
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That day I did the biggest jump of my life.
I almost touched the clouds.
The park seemed a million miles below me.
When I landed the Fat Boys looked impressed.
"Nice jump," said Noodles.
"Thanks," said I, and I wished him luck.
He's a good lad.
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When Noodles, the Fat Boy pogo champ, jumped
he shot up into the sky like a rocket.
He went up into the clouds until we couldn't see him.
We waited and waited and waited,
but he didn't come down.
I wiped away a tear.
"He was a good lad," I said.
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"Don't worry," said Mushy Pea. "He's just showing off.
He'll be back in a day or two. But you can't join our club."
I told him that I could do anything a Fat Boy could do, except pogo.
Mushy Pea disagreed.
"Nah," he said, "Fat Boys can rollerblade."
I'd forgotten about that.
"I can rollerblade too," I told him.
Mushy Pea smiled, and sucked his teeth.
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Last Thursday I went to the bicycle path
to show the Fat Boys I could rollerblade.
I am Jenny Dupont, so I rollerblade pretty well.
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Eddy Eight Wheels, the Fat Boy rollerblade champ, was waiting for me.
All of the Fat Boys were there, apart from poor old Noodles of course,
to see who would skate the fastest.
"You can go first," said Eddy, and he wished me luck.
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That day I skated faster than ever before in my life.
I almost broke the sound barrier.
The world went whizzing by me.
I crossed the finish line in twelve and a half seconds.
The Fat Boys looked impressed.
"Good time," said Mushy Pea.
"Thanks," said I,
and we waited to see how fast Eddy Eight Wheels would be.
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When Eddy, the Fat Boy rollerblade champ, skated on his rollerblades,
he shot through the air like a jet plane.
He went so fast that all we saw was his trail.
He went so fast that he couldn't stop, and he disappeared over the horizon.
We waited and waited and waited, but he didn't come back.
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"Don't worry," said Mushy Pea. "He'll be back in a day or two.
But you can't join our club."
I told him that I could do anything that a Fat Boy could do,
except pogo and rollerblade.
Mushy Pea disagreed.
"Nah," he said. "Fat Boys can dance."
I'd forgotten about that.
"Hold on a minute," I said. "This isn't fair."
And I took Mushy Pea for a walk.
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We climbed a hill and talked.
I explained that we all have special talents, and that nobody could
jump as high as Noodles the Hoop, or rollerblade as fast as Eddy Eight Wheels,
not even Mushy himself.
He tried to sneak away at this point but I told him about fairness and
letting people join in.
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We stood for many hours up there on that hill,
while I tried to persuade Mushy Pea that I was right and he was wrong.
I am Jenny Dupont, so I persuade pretty well.
Mushy was a tough pea and it took a long time,
but in the end he said I could join the Fat Boy Club
if I'd let him go home for his supper.
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"There," said I, "don't you feel better now?"
And he admitted that he did a little.
So we stayed up on the hill for a while longer, and watched a meteor
falling out of the sky, and we knew it was Noodles the Hoop
back from his space flight.
"He's a good lad," we both agreed.
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Last Friday I went down to the Fat Boy Club.
I am Jenny Dupont,
so I make a pretty good Fat Boy.
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THE END
