Parrots and Pineapple
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Complete Sun, Apr 28, 2019<5 mins
I woke up around midnight at the sound of a bang. Planning to investigate with my parrot, Neptune, I came downstairs. However, nothing resembled the aftermath of a crash but a mess in the kitchen, and a rather suspicious pineapple. What will be hidden amongst this spikey yellow fruit?
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