Deep down the rabbit hole goes.
There were once three rabbit brothers. Their names were foot, foot foot, and foot foot foot. Everyday, one of the rabbits would go to the market to buy carrots for breakfast. One day, it was foot foot foot’s turn to buy the carrots. So he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way to the market, he bought the carrots, and then he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way back home. The next day, it was foot foot’s turn to buy the carrots. So he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way to the market, he bought the carrots, and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way back home.
The next day, it was foot’s turn to buy the carrots. So he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way to the market, he bought the carrots, and then he hopped and he hopped and he hopped and he hopped all the way back home. So then they’re sitting there, eating breakfast, when foot says, “I don’t feel too good. I’m gonna go lie down.” Foot foot and foot foot foot went in to check on him, and saw that he looked very pale. So they hopped and they hopped and they hopped and they hopped all the way to the doctor’s office. The doctor says, “What seems to be the problem?” They say, “Our brother foot is sick.” So foot foot, foot foot foot and the doctor hop and they hop and they hop and they hop all the way back home. But when they arrive, foot is dead. “What are we going to do?” Foot foot asks. “I can’t save your brother,” the doctor answers, “But you shouldn’t eat anymore of those carrots. You’ve already got one foot in the grave.”
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