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| ahh, the whispers of the wild... |
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| c'mon Rahhhn, pick it up a little.... |
my peeps have So Many Reasons for not walking. but occasionally they give in and we have a fine day. near the sea there is a trail well hidden, a path less traveled, a three-mile loop of ecstasy. the deep, dark woods offer jumping bugs, slugs, unidentified flying objects, and scents beyond my wildest dreams. we were walking along enjoying every inch, when i heard a distant call of the wild "Flower. Flower..."
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| but wait...could it be? don't worry man, my peeps don't hunt... |
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| my old pal? could it be my friend? who else would call me Flower? |
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| Bambi! Man you look great. I'm so relieved the hunters haven't found you.... |
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