They have no toleration for squealers. The victim’s shrill cries alerted me of the attack, but I was too late. Now, a plushie bovine carcass lies on my living room carpet, its cottony entrails strewn the width and breadth of the floor…
It didn’t have the guts to defend itself, and yet they still tried to pass it off as an “accident.”
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Oh dear…
They didn’t mean to, of course ;P accidents happen
Like stabbing someone with a pointy comb… 😉