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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg..

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets.

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see.

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really!

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really!

But George can't dance.

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad.

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Need someone to add to our Fairy Tale. :rolleyes:

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad. But maybe if he

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad. But maybe if he could just hire a

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad. But maybe if he could just hire a really BIG cargo plane

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad. But maybe if he could just hire a really BIG cargo plane he'd be able to

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Once upon a time in an old prosthetics memorial home for knackered arms and legs, I came across a leg that was so old and worn, but yet it wanted to be used by someone who wanted to dance the funky chicken dance at the grand ol' opery. An odd ambition, indeed! George the Elephant still yearned for the time before he lost his leg; he used to be able to jump and dance and run. He practiced walking over sleeping alligators and then he practiced jumping over sleeping tigers. One day a television camera crew were watching George practicing, and shot some film. He finally saw how his gait looked. He was once a prince, handsome, rich and powerful, till, one day, he left it all! He lost his peanut allergy, but missed his mom. He longed for her, crying "Mommy" at night. He needed to tell that he was gonna get a prosthetic leg — the one hopeful thing he did his exercises every day all day.

Gosh, it's true what Batman and Robin said about three-legged elephants: they're walking with a prosthesis. But what a prosthetic. It moved like a particle beam in the Hadron Collider. George would bounce along at a good clip stepping around screaming monkeys and quick sand pits. Lordy, he was happy. If only he could walk without looking down at his prosthetic leg he could see the traffic while crossing streets. The beautiful rolling hills above the sultry jungle stretched out as far as George could see. He wanted to dance with robin hood !! Oh my gosh, really! But Robin's in Sherwood. Uh~Oh that's too bad. But maybe if he could just hire a really BIG cargo plane he'd be able to bring George to Sherwood

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