Frodo.
Frodo’s Ford.
Frodo’s friend: Fido.
Fido, fur flying from Frodo’s Ford’s door!
Frodo frowned.
Odor.
Fido odor.
Frodo’s Fido’s odor, doorward.
For Fido’s doorward odor, Frodo’s Ford flew forward.
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