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This is Ria. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. Have I ever told you how much I appreciate

you my dear audience? Is just a dream come true? Oh, I just got an email.

Dear Ria, what have you done with all of our pantry items? I didn't see any pantry items in here.

Must be a mistake. Let me just read the rest here. What have you done with all of our pantry items?

We left them in the doorway of the studio, dear. So I'm going to answer your question.

Let me just explain it to my listeners. So the other day, I opened the door to my studio and there

on the floor were these teeny tiny canisters. Okay, like spice containers. I got out the magnifying

glass that I keep right beside me at all times for these types of situations. And what do you know?

These canisters said things like, naturally spicy. Fly me to the barbecue. And this one may prove

controversial within the studio. Beetle hot sauce. I mean, you left them right where I had to walk.

I didn't want to be stepping on tiny canisters of barbecue sauce. I threw them away.

Hey, well, I'm getting a lot of emails. You know what? I'm just going to turn off my email notifications.

There we go. We don't have time for this. We have a story to get to. I'll deal with them later.

It's really hard having studio mates sometimes. All right, our story is called Sunset on the

Sleep Sleigh. Take it away, Beatrice. Remember, there are no pictures. So you have to imagine the

pictures in your mind. You can imagine the pictures however you want. Okay, here we go.

Lambden blinked. He couldn't possibly be seeing what his eyes were telling his brain he was seeing.

It was just too weird. Lambden was in weaving class. They had a substitute teacher. A tall sheep

named Ms. Sweetwool. Ms. Sweetwool was stumbling her way through class. Literally, she had tripped

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