There once was a small town in Germany, widely renowned for its high-quality wheat, in which the locals did brisk trade, grinding it into equally high-quality flour for neighboring cities' burgeoning baked-good markets. This small town, however, had a big problem.
These feral dogs caused immeasurable amounts of chaos: chasing the cats throughout the town square, into local businesses, up and down the streets, while the cats in turn chased the mice, upsetting bins of grain and bags of flour wherever they went.
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Truly, on that day, the mills were alive with the hounds of Munich.
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