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Today, we share a horror story. Well, horror in the eyes of the Little Prince. Yes, today we tell the terrible tale of the trapped Typhoon.
Something exciting is happening out there.
Hu-Dad was wrapping up a project in his study. He needed just a little more quiet time to get the work done. No interruptions. No catastrophes. In other words, no Typhoon madness. And so Hu-Dad shut the gate trapping a certain Little Prince in the study where he could be closely supervised.
I see no humor. Stop laughing.
Warnings were given. Warnings were ignored. And some youngster is not happy with the results.
I will stomp my feety-feet until I get my way.
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