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Allen
was born in a small mining town east of Dublin. When he reached
the age of 12, he was given his first pick-axe and shovel and
put to work in the giant Dunberry Green Marshmallow Clover mine,
digging for the rare edible clovers prized by General Mills. His
daydreams however, would take him to faraway lands. He can still
remember his father taking him aside and saying "Aye laddy,
ya be needin to git yer wee little arse back in the pit and stop
starin off into space ya great git". But the pit was not for Allen, he was meant for bigger and better things. By the age of 15, he had put aside a small stash of green clovers (and a few of the much more difficult to find yellow moons) and sold them on the black market for enough money to get a ticket for America.Holding the bag of money overhead, he screamed "I'm goin to America, to make ma dreams come true, and as God is ma witness, ah'll never eat another bloody Lucky Charm again!" shortly before he was beaten to a pulp by some muggers on the dock. 5 years later, he had once again scrounged enough "Green Gold" to get him to America. This time, he kept his mouth shut. Upon arrival at Ellis Island, he saw a boy about his age playing a saxophone on the corner, and was amazed to see people throwing money into his hat. "This truly is the land of opportunity" he thought to himself as he kicked the boy into unconsciousness and stole his saxophone and hat. Years later, as one of the sax players in the Valves, he has given up his roughian ways and after years of University study, now makes a fine living developing new shapes and colors for synthetic Lucky Charms Marshmallows, so that no boy will ever again have to dig for them, as he once did. |
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