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"Harmony's Melody" by parody_ham
There was once a strawberry-haired maiden named Harmony, a well-muscled Rainbow Lupe with a fading purple dress, sunhat, traveling sack, and work boots. She lived on a farm outside of Meridell with her aging parents, a Puppyblew, and three younger brothers. When the harvest time came, they would pick the fruits of the land, ripe and sweet, while singing merry tunes of sunny days and gentle breezes. Upon those days came a barrage of mouthwatering dishes, marrow pies and veggie stews, braised meat and colorful salads.
There could be no happier family than they.
But as with all things, there must be change.A cool spring breeze blew strong and steady on the day Harmony set out to town. She sought a parcel of land from which bushels of vegetables could be sold at market.
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