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The Urban Legend

You know what an urban legend is, right? You've probably even fallen for a few. Here are some I found while visiting Snopes, the go-to site for discovering if that warning email you got from your Auntie is true or a hoax. Here are some interesting legends I pulled off the site:
*Disposable chopsticks are loaded with carcinogens.
*Canola oil is toxic.
*Coca-cola was originally green.

Tonight's Dream Keepers had the opportunity to write their own urban legends—or at least the teasers to go with them. Here's what they came up with. When you're done reading, I hope you will be inspired to create your own!

Beware of crooks using video games to steal your pants. (I want your pants.com) --Terrance

Beware of crooks using the tooth fairy to steal teeth. --Terrance

Don't leave your house! Killer squirrels on the loose! --Elly

Beware of crooks taking coats. They're cold, and they're coming. --Shay

Beware of sticky fingered crooks. They're stealing honey! --Shay


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