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There was a purple tree that grew purple fruit and had purple leaves. Therein lived a cat with purple fur as well. It could speak many languages, English French German and Katese to name a few. Although it wasnt too good at Katese himself.

Every single morning the gardener of the park, which had the purple tree in which the purple cat lived in would arry the watering flask through and flo the compound, making such a din that it would be the cat's very own morning call.

In response, the cat would say "Good Morning! Mr Gardener! How do you do!" and the gardener would be quiet. Then the cat said, "Bonjour!" and likewise the gardener wouldnt reply. He would go on along snipping a little here, cutting a little there, watering the petunias. The cat would then say, "Guten Morgen!" in a gruff german sort of way, and would Mr Gardener turn to give a decent hello?

Well, Mr Gardener would turn towards the purple tree, promptly picking up the purple cat, and tossing it over the wall, out of the garden.