Great literary works of the Simpsons
Meditations on being 8, by Lisa Simpson
I had a cat named Snowball. She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping. She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Why didn't that truck hit me instead?
I had a hampster named Fluffy. He died! He died!
Bart's play
Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St. Swithin's Day already?'
`'Tis,' replied Aunt Helga...
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