Cleopatra woke up in her small stall, and blew a lock of her hair out of her face.
The vet walked in. After their checkup he went to talk with a two-leg. "Yup! She's pregnant! I'll tell you the gender once it grows a bit more." The vet said simply.
Cleopatra woke up in her small stall, and blew a lock of her hair out of her face.
The vet walked in. After their checkup he went to talk with a two-leg. "Yup! She's pregnant! I'll tell you the gender once it grows a bit more." The vet said simply.
Cleopatra sighed with relief and leaned up against the wall.
(Have you read back a few pages Ducklover? Something quite important has happened, sort of.)
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The vet walked in. After their checkup he went to talk with a two-leg. "Yup! She's pregnant! I'll tell you the gender once it grows a bit more." The vet said simply.
Cleopatra sighed with relief and leaned up against the wall.
(Have you read back a few pages Ducklover? Something quite important has happened, sort of.)
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A skinny lady with bleach blond hair, who was filing down her blood red nails, picked up the phone. "Hallo, how can I help ya today?" She said, resting the phone on her shoulder as she did her nails.
"Hello. This is the local police office. May I speak to Don Phillips, please?"
I was wondering if we should make a conversation between them.
Sure. So, what's going on? Like dutchie's two-leg is trying to close down the farm?
I think so.
Nancy chewed on one of her nails, waiting in Don's office, room, place at the breeding farm. She held the paper from the police officer in her other hand, which was shaking violently.