My fine, feathered friend, Flaminco, fantasized fire’s flashing fury. Flaminco fathomed his feathers in flamed and fell frightened. Flying fast Flaminco flew frantically, to forget the frightening fire. Faintly fatigued Flaminco found a firmly fenced field. Freed from fright Flaminco felt famished. A flavor fluttered Flaminco’s fancy. Fish mum fine fresh fish. Flaminco flew fervently to find a fitting fish. Finding a fat flounder Flaminco’s fast reflex fastened the frantic fidgeting fish. The fish fought fiercely flinging his fin. Frustrated, Flaminco foraged his fangs finishing the fighting flounder. The fish frozen in fatality fed Flaminco, filling his famished fickle frame.

     A fellow friend formerly offered Flaminco a famous feast of fried fish. “Fried fish fed to flying friend of a feathered? Forget it.” Refusing the foreign fattening food. Flaminco in fact favored his familiar freshly fetched food fitting for a fowl. Feeling flustered Flaminco flew frequently to a fine forsaken waterfront. Feeling faintly funny Flaminco’s footsteps flocked with a fickle form. FIRE! Frighten Flaminco flapped his feathers frantically, failing to fly. Fluttering, Flaminco fell faint, frail, feeling his physique failing to fight. Fate had found Flaminco. Flaminco a frozen frame of feathers fizzled in flames to feed the famished family of French fishermen.

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