They're baaaaaaack! The derelict factory looks eerily on as the woolly ones approach. Birds fly away and the little dog runs towards the grey waters. If trees could speak they would say there was something of a desperation about these white and fluffy creatures...
They're baaaaaaack! The derelict factory looks eerily on as the woolly ones approach. Birds fly away and the little dog runs towards the grey waters. If trees could speak they would say there was something of a desperation about these white and fluffy creatures...
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