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Once, twice, and occasionally thrice upon a time, in the faraway land of Aghadowey, there lived a very hairy boy called Scruffy Scumbags.

Scruffy Scumbags didn’t have any friends because he was so hairy and smelly and dirty. Everyone just thought he was just another talking pile of Aghadowey rubbish.

And he smelled awful. Scruffy Scumbags smelled of old socks and drain water, in fact if your washed your dad’s old socks in a drain and smelt them, they would smell exactly the same as Scruffy Scumbags smells.

One day Scruffy Scumbags was a bit hungry. “Gggggggrrrruuuummmmbbbbllllllle,” said his rumbly tumbly.

“Doooe!” complained Scruffy Scumbags, I better get on my bicycle and go to Tescos. So off he went.

But, Uh-Oh! Because Scruffy Scumbags was so hairy and so smelly, the police thought that a wild and smelly animal was on the rampage.

So the police shot Scruffy Scumbags with a big dart full of sleepy medicine, and sent him to live at Belfast Zoo.

So Scruffy Scumbags didn’t live happily ever after (except on Tuesdays when his mummy brought him extra bananas).

Please don’t be like Scruffy Scumbags. Go and have a bath, and get a hair cut (or even better, get lots of hairs cut), or else you might end up eating bananas in Belfast Zoo too.