There was a tiny green zebra. He was very talented because he could play the piano and he could talk. He was learning loads of new words every day. His favourite words were sorry and exploded. He used them a lot. He normally used both the words at the same time. He was good with words. He was very good at most musical instruments except the triangle because it’s hard. His favourite instrument was the piano. He played it loads. But one day he played it a bit too much he broke all his fingers. Then he moved to Tinytown and was never seen again.

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