CAT
I was sunning ere
your intrusion. And just who
do you think you are?
RACCOON
Dark bandit, filches
treasures, perplexed that no one
guards them. Oh, what fools!
FOX
Perfectly still in
pure, holy snow, squirrels taunt
him, cry, "Fanatic."
I was sunning ere
your intrusion. And just who
do you think you are?
RACCOON
Dark bandit, filches
treasures, perplexed that no one
guards them. Oh, what fools!
FOX
Perfectly still in
pure, holy snow, squirrels taunt
him, cry, "Fanatic."
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