So the other day I was minding my own business, sitting in a nice patch of grass and doing some reading and snacking when I heard a small noise nearby. Whatever could it be?
Oh, hey there little squirrel, want to be friends? Here is a salty token of my friendship. You know you want it …
Come on. It’s okay, little squirrels can eat super-processed corn chips made of a whole bunch of ingredients I can’t pronounce …
FRIENDSHIP ACHIEVED!
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