There was once a sea goat.
There was once a high mountain.
There was once an occasion.
There was once a reason to climb.
There was once a scorpion.
There was once a mountain.
There was once an occasion.
There was once a reason to be there.
So the sea goat had fallen off a cliff.
The scorpion was minding its own business.
The sea goat landed next to the scorpion.
The scorpion somehow did not sting.
So the sea goat said 'hi'.
The scorpion reluctantly replied.
The sea goat was bruised.
The scorpion nursed its wounds.
The mountain was a high one.
The mountain was a steep one.
The sea goat needed to reach the top.
The scorpion wanted to look around.
The sea goat enjoyed having a stinging companion.
The scorpion was not used to the warmth of the fluffy, furry goat.
Space did not bother the sea goat.
Space was what the scorpion wanted.
The sea goat wanted the hard shelled scorpion to trust its soft furriness.
The scorpion's shell and sting tried to warned the sea goat away.
The sea goat was adamant.
The scorpion was adamant.
The sea goat did not giving up.
The scorpion wondered what makes a goat want to keep a stinging creature by its side.
The sea goat thinks scorpions are extraordinary.
The scorpion thinks it is ordinary.
The sea goat tried to convince the scorpion.
The scorpion disbelieved the sea goat.
The story of the sea goat and the scorpion sure is a complicated one.
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