Today it has once again turned down the biscuit. So the Can-Openers were talking something about the vet blablabla, I am compelled to lead in the jeep. I would prefer fled through the front seats. But failed. So then, however, comes the vet and pushes me around, I bang a clean syringe and says, everything is all right, but "Listen" I am too fat. I have got only 32 kg. WHAT A CHEEK !
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