long, long ago a poor girl called Polly who lived in a Strang cottage with a rusty bike but she was happy early on morning she went for a walk to collect shells she collect flat shells curd shells and thin shells Polly fond the most beautiful shell she had ever seen lying next to a rock pool slowly Polly bent down to  her amazement the shell spoke I will  grant you tow wishes so choose wisely sad the magnificent shell.

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