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Stúfur

15/12/2019

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Now the next few brothers are all pan, spoon and pot licking scavengers
Stúfur – AKA Itty Bitty, Stubby or Shorty
A lad I can relate to being a feisty short arse myself, my BFF likes to call me a vicious little pixie.   Stúfur’s journey from the mountains is a difficult one due to his lack of height, he has trouble traversing deep snow and it takes him longer to travel due to his Lilliputian legs. To ensure you get your gift, it's best to leave a step of sorts if your shoe is on a high windowsill. This lad is partial to grease licked from your pans.
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