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We do, we have burrowed deep. Let us make this our headquarters!

Did you bring the stuff?

Don't worry. It's all in my bag. Which is in my horse. Hey, wait a minute, Bessie? Bessie? Where are you?!

That was your horse?

I'm sorry. I was so hungry I could eat one and well, you know how the rest of this story goes.

Damn. She loved a good riding too, did Bessie.

Oh well, plenty more horses in the sea

I found one!
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