Ahhhh, what a pretty
November afternoon. Lovely day for a stroll on the Savannah.
Yes sirree. |
*gallop, gallop, gallop*
There's nothing like a good run to get the blood going. Wheeeeee! |
What's that dreadful
noise? It's getting closer! It sounds like a herd of something.
*shiver* |
Eeeeeep! It's the
Attack Of The Giant Thing With Big Spots. I wonder if he likes
Ostrich Stew? Yikes! |
Oh feet, don't fail
me now! Let's get outta here. Run, run as fast as you can! |
Well good grief, where's
old Fuzzy Britches going in such a hurry? Not too friendly,
is he? |
I only wanted to ask
him if he eats shoots and leaves. We could have had a Tea
Party on the Savannah. |
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