Here is my story. I swear that it is not true at all.
Once apon a time in a land very very much like ours a fleet of girls cruised the sidewalk on wheels. They were tyrants in a way making all walkers pay fines. When a lone wheeled one passed by they would turn away and pretend not to be looking.
Thus came the fateful day when a little girl stopped and said "Those aren't wheels, those are wombots!"
It was a truth that no one had the guts to admit but this little girl. The wheeled ones turned to her and said, "yes, we ride on wombats" and to that day the wheeled and unwheeled people lived in harmony.
The End.
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