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Second son said ‘So. some sharing settlement, sharpish!’ Swiftly sorted, set sail Subversionvillewards. Soon, squandering savings started. Suddenly spent, silly son’s side-kicks soon scattered.

Severe starvation scoured Subversionia. Seconded (sows slighty smelly), sad son saw sour swill; seemed scheming.

Senses startled, started shedward. Still several strides south, saw Senior scooting. ‘Son/servant sorrow, stuff…’

Sent shawl, sandals, sparkler: slaughtered/spitroasted stable-dweller; sirloin, salad, sauces. ‘Scared son – stiff? sound, secure! Sacred songs skywards!’