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for the animals’ might.
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    So that was how Winnie had come to survive—
while watching her family swallowed alive!
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    Having eaten, the creatures leapt up in the sky.
And then Winnie the windigo started to cry…
    To Morty, the story was rather inane,
but before he began to protest or complain,
there was one little detail he wanted to check.
“Wait a minute,” he said. “Now hold on a sec!
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    â€œYou mean Cyril DeYoung? The best of the best?
If you’re playing with him, then I’m pretty impressed.
His flings were like lightening. Aw, man, he could throw!
Used to play for the Underwood Titans , you know.
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    â€œMy Pop used to take me. We’d go to their games.
I knew all of the players, knew all of their names.
But my favorite, of course, was that Cyril DeYoung.
‘The greatest of flingers that ever has flung!’”
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    â€œYou’re right,” Winnie sniffled, her eyes going damp.
“There’s nobody like him. He was truly a champ.
But what does it matter? I mean, Cyril is dead!
He was eaten , remember?! It’s just like I said!”
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    â€œI don’t know,” Morty said. “It sounds hard to believe.
It’s really too horrid to even conceive!
You say flesh-eating monsters? From up in the sky?
I won’t be convinced. So don’t even try.”
    Katrina, however, was sure it was true.
She didn’t know why, it was simply…she knew .
She had only to look into Winifred’s eye,
to see it was real, that it wasn’t a lie.
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    â€œBut Morty,” she said, “Winnie’s being sincere.
She witnessed it all! She was hiding right here.
And now a big part of the mystery’s solved,
now that we know there are monsters involved!”
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    â€œMonsters?” said Morty, with a tremor of doubt
(he hated to think there were monsters about).
“Believe me, Katrina, and I have to insist,
creatures like that, they don’t really exist.”
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    Winnie sucked in a breath. She held up a hand.
“Mr. Morty,” she stammered, “you don’t understand—”
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    Morty ignored her. He was shaking his head.
He folded his arms and dismissively said,
“I’ve seen all sorts of weirdness, since I was a kid,
but never a flying, carnivorous squid!”
    Winnie covered her eyes. She grimaced and frowned.
“Uh, Morty,” she whimpered, “then don’t turn around.”
There followed a horrible, ominous hum,
and a clack like a raspy, mechanical drum.
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    It was one of the creatures that Morty denied,
and so, as he turned, his eyes going wide,
he realized, too late, that the creatures were real ,
and that he and his friends…would be their next meal!
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    And so, before Winnie or Morty could speak,
before even Katrina could utter a shriek,
all three were ensnared in those terrible claws,
and tossed in the creature’s

Chapter 11
    the moonagerie crypt

    My goodness! It seems that our heroes are doomed!

Devoured! Digested! Completely consumed!
    It’s true. They were eaten (like pickles and pie).
But to call it “The End?” Well, no. That’s a lie…
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    Because Mortimer Yorgle, Katrina Katrell,
who were followed by whimpering Winnie, as well,
they indeed had gone slithering into the maw,
of that ugly monstrosity’s slobbery jaw.
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    They went under its tongue and over its teeth.
They slid down its neck to the belly beneath.
The belly, however, was stiff as a stone,
as if all of its innards were nothing but bone.
    â€œHold on,” said Katrina, “this doesn’t make sense.
This stomach has walls like the bars of a fence!
It’s all iron and copper and rusty with age.
It’s less of a belly, and more of a cage!”
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    â€œHmm,” Morty wondered, scratching his head.
“What I’d like to know is: Why aren’t we dead?”
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    â€œYou’re right!” Winnie cried. “I mean,