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Pond Pearls
The bells pealed peaceably in the pueblo. Paul dipped his palm into the pond, lazily drifting in the pedalo. It was a perfect day for pearling. Pietra persisted in pestering Paul, pompously insisting that there were no pearls to be procured from the pond. Paul watched the peacocks peck at the dried up pease-pudding and peelings that had fallen to the ground from Peasant Pancho's market table. It was Peasant Pancho, a peddler, with a peculiar peaky look about him, who had pronounced that he had seen pearls in the pond.
Paul parked the pedalo and peeled off his peacoat. It was time to find the pearly pearls that lay hidden at the bottom of the pond. Paul peeked under rocks and peeled back the peaty bottom of the pond, finding only a peach pit and a few peanuts. As he clambered back upon the shore, feeling a little put out, Paul perceived a small polished pebble, looking remarkably pearl-like. He picked it up and after pondering it's pureness, proclaimed it to be the finest pearl-pebble in the province. Paul felt a glowing pride in his new position as a pioneer of pearl-pebbles and asked Peasant Pancho to join him in his newfound pursuit. As for Pietra? She partnered with Paul and Peasant Pancho and became a professional peddler of pearl-pebbles.
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