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*cough* That's where all the trouble started; a ticklish cough that interfered with Wilson P. Higgsbury's fishing trip in the swamp. The gentleman scientist was sitting by a pond, hoping to get himself and Chester good bite after being so short on food lately. Unfortunately, his persistent hacking made the hunt more tiring than it should have, even with Chester holding his belongings alongside him. Finally, that minute, Wilson yanked up a fish onto the ground with his rod, but as he did so, he held his head up with one hand, and grabbed a nearby pine with the other, as if trying not to fall over. Chester whimpered and gently nudged his mas

She is not a piece of land nor meat, Not to be won by a man that thought her beat. Her heart was ripped & torn & shredded, Thrown to the wolves of which she dreaded. Now a wolf does hold her heart, Of which is no longer torn apart. But which is the key to unlock this chest, Hidden deep within her breast. No brand is cut within, This precious piece of supple skin. To him she belongs, But the fears still not gone. But still a wolf does hold her heart, Of which is no longer torn apart.