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*loud
trumpeting noise* 'It is I, King Elk, calling my women. Come
hither, kids.'
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'Oh
gee, there he goes again. Keep still. Maybe he won't see us.'
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'Psst.
look down there. It's that woman with the flashy thing again.'
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'Yeah.
Don't look at her. Maybe she'll go away.'
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'Yoohoo.
Lady. Got anything to eat?'
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'Well,
well, well. I haven't seen you for a long, long time.'
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'I
thought you'd forgotten all about us.'
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'Whose
bright idea was it to put my snacks inside this ball? It's hard
work, getting them out.'
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Editor's
Note: according to bystanders, this is a post-coital nap. Their
body language says it all, teehee.
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| 'Let's
put our heads together see if we can figure out how to scare the
ostriches!' |
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