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KID SPACE I

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OAKSLEY OF INKBERRY MOUNTAIN  AND THE ACORN CARTEL

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 THIS IS A STORY FOR MICAH,
Long ago, in a village called Inkberry, high up on Inkberry Mountain, there lived four squirrels, mama Merry Greyling-Oaksley, papa Parfit Oaksley, Lily Greyling-Oaksley,  and little Roy Greyling-Oaksley.
 
There were so many oak  trees on Inkberry Mountain and  in autumn, the ground was covered with acorns. That made the Greyling- Oaskley family happy. Mama was a miller. It was her job was to grind acorns for her neighbors. Papa was a cook. He ran the Good Fortune Bakery and Cafe. The bread  he made from  acorn flour was so good there was never a single crumb left at the end of the day.

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One of Oaslsley's relatives.

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