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So, after the great dog attack of last week, I was telling the story at my cousin's birthday party.
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| So, basically, I threw the dog outside and then tended to my wounds. I showed my arm to Chris just to get a second opinion.. | |
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So, Chris saw an opportunity for mischief. I joined in.
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| Well Mom, first I fashioned a sling from the upholstery, then I exhumed some of Hiboux's animal skulls and fashioned a totem for the healing ceremony. | |
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| Ah yes. Then he lit his ceremonial fire and pulled out some power stones to call on the strength I would need to please the Gods. | |
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The worst thing is, I think my grandmother believed us.
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| Her arm was hanging by a thread of sinew, barely attached at all. As you can see, my witch doctor skills patched her up nicely. | |
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| I was feeling well enough to offer a blood sacrifice of thanks a mere five minutes later... | |
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