In a village quaint and fair,

Lived a heater named Wally, with warmth to share.

One stormy night, the rain did pour,

Flooding the village, and Wally's core.

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Six feet under, Wally lay,

Silent and cold, in disarray.

The Willows, kind and full of care,

Tried rice in bags, placed everywhere.

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But rice, though magical for phones so small,

Couldn't reach Wally's parts at all.

An owl named Oliver, wise and old,

Shared advice worth more than gold.

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"Call a technician, skilled and true,

To dry Wally out, and make him new."

Tim the technician, with tools in hand,

Arrived to help, as the owl had planned.

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He opened Wally, dried each part,

With careful hands and a loving heart.

Replaced the damaged, fixed the rest,

And soon Wally was at his best.

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With a flip of the switch, Wally hummed to life,

Bringing warmth and joy, ending strife.

The village cheered, the Willows smiled,

Wally was back, their trusty child.

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So remember this tale, of Wally's plight,

Seek the right help, to make things right.

And Wally the heater, warm and bright,

Lived happily ever after, night after night. 🌟

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