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Jolly the bearπ»
Their perpetual dismay made me wonder if it was undue or even illegimate to share this with them. In a decorous way I asked them to help the assembled crabs, while a stout strayed salmon came in. “No, do not help the crabs.” He murmured. The solemn faces looked his way.
Faintly, I pulled down my breeches, sat down, crossed my legs, reached into my reticule and grabbed some popcorn. The salmon continued to push his chimeric vision: “We are the weaker ones, so help us!” A popcorn flung out of my mouth. “Excuse me?” The popcorn on the floor seemed to add to the gaiety of the salmon. He looked at me and continued.