July 25, 2010

Greg Peccary scuttled into the undergrowth to escape the taunts of the mockingbird. He settled into a density of twining branches and sighed.

“Boo!” said a snake rudely, popping its head from a hole directly in front of Greg.

“Don’t do that,” said Greg, recognizing his old pal, Jem. “I’m nervous enough, what with the all the taunts from that cursed bird.”

“The mockingbird? You want I should scout around and make sure it don’t bother you none no more?” said the snake.

“I wish you’d kill it!” snarled Greg harpily.

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