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O goddess of fate, how cruel and vain
Thou art, to see my hunger plain
Yet lend no aid, withhold thy favor
Deny my lips that which I savor
Shall I persist this vain endeavor
Or still my tongue and starve forever?
No! Firm I stand, and thus I ask it
Gift unto me a pic-a-nic basket!
I’m telling ya, I almost died. I’m trying to squeeze outta my kennel when my nose gets stuck and I can’t move. Lucky for me my human knows how to give the Boop of Life, which is basically a strong push on the nose.
I admit it, I could have handled that better. My impulses got the better of me and in retrospect it’s clear that more restraint was called for. But in my defense that squirrel was asking for it.
People think it’s cool to be built like a satellite dish, but you wouldn’t say that if you had 100 channels playing in your head at the same time.
