When the sun beam skips around the first tree, the faeries will be playing their flutes in the haze. The morning cats will rise for the hunt, and the rabbit will be running away. The kelpie waiting for darkness to fall as the young knight peeks at the nymph in the stream, and the moon, tempted to make an appearance, sits back in her place of sorrow and glee.

It needs some work, but still fairly ok I think..
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The flamingalope ate the pinguiphant by the way, and now we have no one to play the role of the picture frame. What a mess, I only hope the flamingalope doesn't get fired.
If the flamingalope gets fired, than we will be without the part of the coat rack and the picture frame. Our play will be torn to pieces! ::faints::