TREY: Once upon a time... far, far away from here… there lived a dog. And that dog’s name was Harpua. Harpua was a mean dog. A mean dog indeed. He used to roam around the town looking for a little action. So every once in awhile he’d walk around and he’d look for something fun to do. Well, on this particular day he was walking along and he came over a bridge and around the corner until he found himself in the nice part of town. He didn’t find himself there very often. Because in that little area of town there lived a young boy, who lived in a house. He sat on his couch in his house in front of his TV set. And as he sat on his couch, he would reach down next to him and pet the soft fur of his best friend. And he’d be looking down at his best friend and he’d say ‘I love you, I love you, because you are, you are the one I love. You are my favorite little kitty cat. I love you, you’re my best friend.’
He’d be looking down and petting this little kitty cat and he’d say ‘I love you little kitty cat. I love you so much. And that’s why, that’s why I gave you the very special name that I gave you when I named you that day long ago. That’s why I named you… that’s why I named you when you were born… I love you… and that’s why I named you… that’s why I gave you that name. That special name. That’s why a long time ago I named you… I gave you a special name - I named you… oh!... I love you!... I named you Poster Nutbag!
Poster Nutbag… so he sat there petting Poster Nutbag and on that particular day Poster Nutbag decided that he wanted to go for a walk. So he got up off the couch and he walked out the door and he started moseying down the street. Thinking everything was fine he walked across the yard then down the street and then he took a left turn around the corner when he saw in front of him… Harpua the mean dog from the beginning of this story. And Harpua was walking towards him slowly. Poster Nutbag started to get a little scared. Poster Nutbag stared at the mean dog. Harpua walked toward Poster Nutbag and a hungry drop of saliva fell onto the ground. There was gonna be an awful fight! Poster Nutbag moved inches closer. Harpua coiled his body into a deadly arch!
Look, the storm’s gone...
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