They live secluded in Letterville on the coast of Semantics, a large ocean of language. A small stream called Duden flows through their town and supplies them with the necessary rules.
The great Oxmox advised her against it, saying that it was teeming with evil commas, wild question marks, and sneaky semicolons, but the little dummy text was not to be dissuaded. It grabbed its seven capital letters, tucked its initial into its belt, and set off.
It is a paradisiacal land where fried sentence fragments fly into your mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation rules over the dummy texts—a truly unorthographic life.