Once a wee, wee girl came across a wee, wee dog scratching a wee, wee
hole to bury a wee, wee bone. When the wee, wee dog had buried the wee,
wee bone, he trotted off on his wee, wee legs. And when he had gone a
wee, wee way, the wee, wee girl dug her wee, wee fingers into the wee,
wee hole, and took away the wee, wee bone.
But the wee, wee dog smelled her out with his wee, wee nose and said,
“Give me back my wee, wee bone; you can’t eat it and I can.” The wee, wee
girl wouldn’t.
Then the wee, wee dog sat up on his wee, wee hind legs and cried a wee,
wee tear. This made the wee, wee girl sorry. So she gave the wee, wee dog
his wee, wee bone.
The wee, wee dog dried the wee, wee tear with his wee, wee paw, and ate
up the wee, wee bone.
And that’s the end of this wee, wee story.