Weavin' Down The Trail

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: OHHHHHHHHHHH SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME.
: I'M TIRED AND I WANNA GO TO BED - - - -

: Sure was a dull night at Bumppo's.  Nothin' to do but sit there and sip rum all by myself. Lonely, that's what it is.  No fun any more since Uncle Bent won't let me be his deputy any more.

: HAD A LIDDLE DRINK ABOU AN HOUR AGO
: AN IT WENT HAIT TO MY STREAD - - -

: That don't sound right, but who cares?  'Nother sip o' jum outta the rug - rung outta the jub - oh well, another slug'll clear my head a little.  Sure am sleepy.  Is this the right trail home?  Don't know, but it'll do.  Need to lay down somewheres and get a little rest.  Trail's movin', and I don't think my feet are.  Strange.  'Scuse me fellas.  Didn't mean to bump into you.  She?  That you She?  What're you doin' here?  'Scuse me.  I gotta go to bed.

: Funny, don't remember my bed lookin' like a canoe before.  (Giggle.  BURP!)  'Sokay.  'Sokay.  I seem to be on my stomach.  Wonder how that happened?  I'll just crawl under the bed here - nice little tunnel under the bed here - and - - - - sleeeeeep.

: (Muffled snore from under She's canoe)


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