Uair amháin bhí Mandy an Donut ag caint lena chairde. Tá sé ag fháil a dirtbike nua.

Bhí a chairde in éad mar bhí sé chun dirtbike a fháil. Ansin chonaic sé duine ag caitheamh camouflage jeans.

Rith sé go tobann lena chosa in airde.

“Is fuath liom camouflage jeans!!!!” a scread Mandy.

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Arrest sé an tíogar a bhí ag caitheamh camouflage jeans.

Thosaigh an tíogar ag caoineadh.

Thóg Mandy na camouflage jeans agus chur sé na camouflage jeans trí thine.

“Cén fáth gur thóg tú iad?”

Dúirt Mandy, “Tá eagla mór orm roimh na jeans.”

Ach ansin thosaigh tine mór ag bhí sé gach áit ar dirtbike Mandy ...