The Weeble Whobble man walks across the land, to and fro, wherever he goes. People see him everyday, doesn't matter what they say. He smiles and waves, always friendly, never waivers to say hello. He always carries a cane, never to raise in anger. For whatever reason, he never goes home, if he has one, a mystery , I know. One day he's sitting by the water with a pole in hand, just gently waving it in the air towards the sky. Passersby never ask, 'What's up , what's going on? A light one night could be seen in the street, but nothing else, a ghostly shimmer of intense brightness. Then it just vanished into thin air. From then on everyday, people ask, ' Where's Weeble Whobble man?
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