Once upon a time, there lived an editor. The editor awoke happy every morning, but this morning his porridge bowl was empty. So, he scratched his head for about a quarter of an hour before an idea lit up in his mind. Eureka ! Eureka ! Why not put an empty porridge bowl on my rag’s front cover today and I can get all the sub-editors together to write a Zodiac cipher around it. And the editor and his seven dwarves lived happily ever after . . . until a couple of them awoke cold and bleary eyed upon hearing the guard’s clanging keys and thumping on the big heavy steel door. Porridge had finally arrived.
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