chilled from the overnight dew, and having remained unopened all night, the cans called a premature victory as they were devoured by a band of wild boars while the sun slowly rose into the sky.
a pride of evans flew overhead
it was open season
reading, in his smoking jacket, fire burning, antlers of an o'ppossum on the wall.
drunk rabbit, singing
...and donner runs for the couch...
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