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One Ear
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It was a calm summer night and One Ear could not see more then three feet ahead of their faces due to a thick mist. They could still smell the warm, salty seaweed that had been baking on the shore that day. Earlier, Dee was starting to regret purchasing a factor 10 sunscreen when clearly the weather called for at least 20. She had become convinced she had skin cancer and it had taken much comedic dancing from Greally to stop her crying. Now, however, her bright red honker was helping to guide the Ears to safety and she was thankful for it. The Ears had spent all day playing cops and robbers on the beaches between Balbriggan and Rush. They hadn't realised just how far from home they had gone until the sun began to set and yetis all over Fingal began pouring onto the beaches with cans of Royal Dutch hoping to set some cars on fire later in the evening. One Ear could hear their crazed wails. 'Nnnnnyyyyeeee!', 'Nyyyiiiiiee!' they said hoping to attract some dirty females to poke and slap around. One Ear knew they had to find their way home for it is well known around these parts that one should avoid these creatures around the times of 9pm, 12am and 3am for this is when they are at their most volatile. Greally looked at his crotch watch. The time was 8:10. The Ears were running out of time! "This is really shit", cried Eoghan as he had done every minute and a quarter exactly for the last ten years. The wails of the yetis were getting louder and they knew they had to get further
