It wasn't a huge great big one, it wasn't even a middling size one, it was a little tiny titchy tic.
But had you heard the squealing, yelping, winging noises emitting from the *intrepid one* you would have thought we were sawing his leg off.
The great hunter of all small Furryfings left trembling by a tiny tic and now seeking comfort from the boss, who has promised not to tell anyone what a woos he is.
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