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>>30131240 Wait, are we re-posting our fics?
One day, the mighty Ingrid Newkirk arose in her animal friendly bed of twigs and berries to discover herself in a dense jungle. Of course, she thought, scratching her lovely man-face, this was quite normal, as Newkirk, lord of all animals, had never been outside the jungle in her life. So, with nary a batted eyelash, she picked the twigs from her hair and rose to her feet, collecting her fruit-hunting spear in one hand and the corncob of infinite wisdom in the other.
She traveled for miles in her bare feet, large palm leaves tied to her back to distort the human silhouette that was so attractive to animal predators and sexual predators alike. Suddenly, she spied an unsuspecting pear tree in the middle of the dense foliage. She crouched, readying her spear for the kill, praying a soft prayer to Ardad, the patron deity of her daily existence. She licked her lips, tasting the sweet nectar of the freshly butchered pear on the tip of her tongue. |