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Sunday, January 09, 2005
The wolf that was Blue howled in fear and rage as the Evil Bunny escaped. How could such a little thing escape such a fine-tuned machine such as Blue? (by the way, Blue said, are there any more Jerky treats??? I'll give you my paw...) Posted by Hello


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