Thought I'd stop by to visit with Willard the Jail Rat today. He muttered something about how long it'd been since my last visit and I set the tray of fresh cheese down for him. He started to launch into one of those stories of his when he yelled "What the heck do ya have there in yer mouth?! It better not be what I think it is!"
I had forgotten about Chester and calmly stopped chewing on him. I spat him out and held him up delicately with my claws by the end of his tail. "Wellhellotheresir! HowareyouI'mChesterandyouare... Ohwowyouliveinajail?Isitfun?Doyoumeetprisoners?Doyouwanttoescape? Oooooo...
cheese!"
Willard stopped dead in his tracks and stared long and hard at both of us...
"On second thought," he said. "Keep on doin' what you were doin'..."
I had forgotten about Chester and calmly stopped chewing on him. I spat him out and held him up delicately with my claws by the end of his tail. "Wellhellotheresir! HowareyouI'mChesterandyouare... Ohwowyouliveinajail?Isitfun?Doyoumeetprisoners?Doyouwanttoescape? Oooooo...cheese!"
Willard stopped dead in his tracks and stared long and hard at both of us...
"On second thought," he said. "Keep on doin' what you were doin'..."
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I shall send all of my mice in your direction, Dr. Alter. Especially the chatty ones.
Yes, they make a very tasty stew...
Just as long as Chester the mouse doesn't get confused with Chester the giant fish.
http://victorianaesthetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/ever-had-that-sinking-feeling.html
http://newbabbage.ning.com/profiles/blogs/a-very-unfortunate-encounter
Do lure him right on over to Port Harbor please...
All of the fish that I can handle.
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