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My dearest Woobie You’re surgery was Quite the success! I've learned my lesson well. My silly, sister egged me on to clip your knotted scallop. Mangling your precious holes, you unraveled before my very eyes! Dying at my feet, you laid once whole, now two halves remain. My mother's hands saved you, (of course, with my added supply of tears and sniffles). So, whole again, repaired and recovered, We dash out to the forest, My dearest Woobie, For our next escapade!
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