There once was and old man called Alfred. He was quiet, small and shy. He was a scientist and he made lots of potion. One day he made one in his den under the bank because he was the bank owner. But this was no ordinary potion, it was a potion that he would drink to make him much bigger, like giant big. The next day he slid down his rope into the den and smashed his potion. Suddenly he grew and grew and grew he was now stuck in the ground and people have concreted his hands there for good.
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