biped
Mr. Wonderful
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Brad spends the winter frozen solid in his backyard, alone with his thoughts.
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| I'm so alone...so very alone. So desperately, soul-ravagingly alone. | |
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| Oh, how I yearn for someone to keep me company...to be my friend. Or more than a friend, even. Someone. Anyone. | |
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| Oh my god, no...not the squirrel with the bladder-control problem again... | |
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| Well, that was horrible...I never knew a tiny squirrel could contain such a huge amount of fetid, eye-stinging urine... | |
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| Wait... I think I hear someone approaching...perhaps they'll be my friend...and free me from this bitter, icebound prison of loneliness... | |
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Brad expresses his heartfelt gratitude in prayer.
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| Thank you for sending this coyote to be my friend. Amen. | |
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And as the winter melts into spring, Brad's feelings for the coyote turn to love.
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| I've never loved anyone as deeply...as passionately...as I love this coyote. | |
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| Oh, Brad...I thought you'd never ask. | |
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| Dearly beloved...we are gathered here today...to witness the joining in marrige of this man, Brad...to this coyote... | |
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| At last, I'll have those grandchildren I always dreamed of...and oh, how I'll spoil them... | |
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| Oh, Papa...our little Scruffy-Poo isn't a baby anymore...*sniff* | |
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| Now, now...don't cry, Mama...you'll have me doing it, too...*choke* | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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