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Frank and Fred were hungry for adventure. They'd done all the usual things: skipping rocks on the pond, racing around the block on their scooters, even daring the local grocer to stop them when they dashed off with fresh apples gripped firmly in their hands, but they never anticipated what was waiting for them on the other side of the forest.


Just swinging on the eels


Victorian boy brother twin under the sea playtime fairy tale fish school

When your Swings are Made of Eel

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