Hector Detours

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: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

: *Nothing like the fragrance of roasting turkey hen to draw me up a
: different trail.   Yup, true to my instincts, it's comin' from Miss
: Marcia's kitchen.  And there she is, asettin' on her porch, rockin' away
: all alone.  Wonder why she's here when everybody else is up and away to
: Bumppo's tonight?*

: sniff sniff sniff drooooool

: *Hello there, Miss Marcia* ( lick, lick)  * Like for me to keep ye
: company?* (soft whine)  *That always gets 'em - the soft whine never
: fails.*

: *I'll just curl up real quiet and sweet on this rag rug by her feet, and
: I'll bet she'll offer to share some o' that turkey with me.  Mebbe just a
: little caress on the foot'd help a little, too.*  (lick, lick)

: sniff sniff sniff sniff  heavy sighhhhhh *That always gets 'em, too.*

: Hector





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