Elroy didn't like taking baths and he stank up a storm.
He smelled like something dead and rotten.
He fell into a deep sleep in the cornfield one day.
And a vulture thought he was dead and started trying to eat him.
Elroy woke up and scared the vulture away.
The vulture hated missing out on such a tasty meal.
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