Three for three in thwarting the authorities, Sister Archipelago then set about unfettering her unpardonable urchin Uriel from his penal predicament by blueprinting another bestial booby-trap, to bring about befuddlement by breaking in from beneath, to breach the bottom bulwark of the presumed impenetrable prison palace.
Within the yard walls, Uriel decumbently drew designs in the dirt with his dusty digits, depicting dreams of deliverance, having heard of his brother's auspicious abdication, when he sensed shaking in his shanks, reverb near his rear, trembling beneath his tuckus, and he fleetly found his feet.
The ground groaned and gave way to an O-shaped hole, outstretched and open as Uriel's own orifice, revealing a roustabout from furry familia Talpidae, a sedulous scamp, a mole most marvelous, mammoth in magnitude and burly from boundless burrowing.
Sensing the scenario's significance, Uriel pirouetted into the pit and followed the faithful fellow for four fatiguing fortnights, eating only earthworms, eschewing pursuers in twisting tunnels carved through the core of our terrestrial sphere, until alighting in the French and Southern Antarctic Lands on the far side of the globe, bought a small bungalow, and lazed on the beach slurping drinks with umbrellas.
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