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Every night Sid sat by the window in his local staring across the waters of the lake at the tiny island that housed his secrets. With his pipe constantly drooping on the edge of his weathered lips there was always a chuckle in his burr.

He was an attraction for the city trippers who came for their dose of rural activities. It made them feel authentic as they repeated the folklore when they returned home.

As Sid’s stories became more outrageous he attracted a bigger audience when he told them about the Tizzie Whizie.

Have you seen it’s fluffy tail?

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