Your motorcycle makes the place look especially inviting.

I had a mix up with a living evil gander when I was two (I do not remember). The gander was out of his pen and took after me. He got two good bites on my butt when my dog killed him dead. My father said he wanted to be angry with the dog for killing poultry, but in truth was protecting me, so he got a pass. Plus he was laughing so hard it was impossible to discipline either of us.

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