A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes
he was an automobile tire.
I do wish you would sit still, said the father.
Sometimes his son was a rock.
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But then his son became his father. Behold, the son is become as one of us, said the father. His son said, behold, the son is become as one of us.