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Chapter 1: In Which We Meet The River Otter Obsessed With Dory’s Safari Hat.

Posted on June 6th, 2007 by Dory in I wright gud

A rabid river otter took my safari hat this afternoon. I didn’t fight him for it. I heard it’s bad luck to cross a rabid river otter. Or a black cat. Or both. Or something. Oh, look! A shiny chicken riding a bike!

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