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George was in a deep quandary. That night was a big night because it was the first gig he would ever play. He aspired to play in a band ever since he had first heard Elvis play, but he had one problem: the lichen. The lichen were attacking his house, as well as the evil apples that were filled with evil toxins. What ever could he do?

Suddenly, an idea grew in his mind. He took his guitar and started banging the lichen and evil toxic apples until they died. He then played them a few songs to say farewell for their funeral.

Then, George woke up. He realized he was only dreaming. He went on to play at the gig. The band played and exulted as the crowd cheered for encores.