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One day litte Jenny was taking a walk in the woods when she came upon a poor, injured squirrel.
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| Hello little squirrel, would you like to be my friend? | |
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Jenny had been brought up to be a loving, caring child, always willing to help other people, and especially small, injured animals.
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| Here, let me tend to your wounds and nurse you back to health with some good ol' TLC. | |
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| Um, OK. Would you like a sweetie for your troubles. | |
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But Jenny was also a foolish girl and, although she read the Bible often, she hadn't learnt never to accept sweets from strangers, especially small, injured strangers. And so, the squirrel ate her.
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| Oh yes, why thank you. Oh no! What are you doing? Ah! *SCREAM* | |
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| God damn my good looks and youthful exuberance. | |
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