Sometimes when you get what you want it doesn't turn out how you expected.
Tonight I found a decomposed squirrel at the bluff. I followed my genetic predisposition and mouthed it just like I do my new toy squirrel. I was having a great time until my owner noticed and was very upset with me.
Drama drama drama. She yanked me away, ran me home and gave me a bath, and called the vet. Now we're waiting around to see if I exhibit any symptoms of poisoning.
At least she didn't take away my toy squirrel.
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