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Hello again. Friends. Fellows. Countrymen. Girls too, i guess. How are you all? Enjoying life? I hope so. I really do. A funny thing happened to me yesterday, and i want to share it with you.
I was walking down my street, funnily enough having just rescued a worm off the sidewalk from the baking sun. Anyway, suddenly, i saw a kitten. Or rather, i saw a pie. It seemed to be meowling. I examined the pie and sure enough, it was fresh. Fresh kitten pie. This was odd on many levels, the top most being, who would leave a pie just lying there? I mean, pie is good eating, i am told. Perhaps it was dropped off the back of a bicycle. I guess i'll never know.
I picked up the pie, and removed the crust, and tin. In that order. A kitten fell through the tinless air. He seemed disillusioned. Perhaps because it was a she. I picked her up. She was small, helpless. Yet vicious and evil too. Now i saw what had made this kitten a candidate for pie filling. Oh, and the rest is not important. I think i've made my point.