Old Mother
Old Mother
Old Mother Hub
BARD
Went To
Fetch Her
Little Dog
A
BONE.
But The
CUP-
BOARD
Was A:
BEAR!!!
A Huge
Prehistoric
Essence Of
Wild
BEAR!!!
So
No-Habitat
*ANGRY*
!!!
Ate That Fake
Little Dog Down
To Every Spoiled
Bone
Bone
Bone.
Fake
Fake
Fake
Tender Rotten
Domestic
Non-Endemic
Toy!
Bad Dog!
Mz. Hubbard Had Had
Enough - Passed On.
BEAR Ate Her Too.
Might As Well...
No Waste.
She Was Old Anyway.
FADE.
-Gray Squirrel
06-07-2025
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