Donny Deer stotted gaily through the forest, enjoying his day when a wretched tick took a big chomp into his hide.
"Yeeeowww!" Donny cried as he stopped to look at the spot where the tick had bitten him. He glared at the infernal arachnid, then muttered "flee from my body, or feel my wrath."
The tick held tight, and so Donny marched up to the nearest tree and began scraping his side against it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten scratches. Donny looked back at the spot. The tick was still there! But his skin was bare.
"Fine, you wanna play tough huh? Let's go see Pearl. The tick gave a quizzical look but then shrugged. He didn't care. Off he rode, dangling from Donny's side.
Sometime later they arrived at another tree. "Hey, Pearl! You up there?"
Donny heard the loudest, most obnoxious yawn he'd ever heard. "Who's wakin' me up from my slumber?" a voice cried. Then a big grey ball unraveled from one of the branches.
"Oh, hi Pearl, didn't mean to wake you!" Donny said, but Pearl just stared at him flatly. He knew this was her time for sleeping.
"Well, I'm awake regardless. What do you want?"
"I got a tick problem, you're the only one I thought of that could help."
Before Donny finished his sentence, the possum fell down upon Donny. In mid air it spotted the creature, and as she approached, the tick stared wide-eyed in fear. It tried to un-nibble Donny's skin, but it was too late. Pearl chomped down on the tick, chewed it up and swallowed.
"Ahh, thanks for the treat, buddy!"
"No, thank you Pearl, that thing ruined my day until you took care of him"
And that's why it's important to befriend woodland critters and treat all with respect. Donny had done so, and when he needed help himself, he could turn to his friends for assistance. Donny resumed his stotting through the forest with Pearl possum clenched to his side, bouncing her up and down, and whacking her head on every stump he passed by.
The tick held tight, and so Donny marched up to the nearest tree and began scraping his side against it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten scratches. Donny looked back at the spot. The tick was still there! But his skin was bare.
"Fine, you wanna play tough huh? Let's go see Pearl. The tick gave a quizzical look but then shrugged. He didn't care. Off he rode, dangling from Donny's side.
Sometime later they arrived at another tree. "Hey, Pearl! You up there?"
Donny heard the loudest, most obnoxious yawn he'd ever heard. "Who's wakin' me up from my slumber?" a voice cried. Then a big grey ball unraveled from one of the branches.
"Oh, hi Pearl, didn't mean to wake you!" Donny said, but Pearl just stared at him flatly. He knew this was her time for sleeping.
"Well, I'm awake regardless. What do you want?"
"I got a tick problem, you're the only one I thought of that could help."
Before Donny finished his sentence, the possum fell down upon Donny. In mid air it spotted the creature, and as she approached, the tick stared wide-eyed in fear. It tried to un-nibble Donny's skin, but it was too late. Pearl chomped down on the tick, chewed it up and swallowed.
"Ahh, thanks for the treat, buddy!"
"No, thank you Pearl, that thing ruined my day until you took care of him"
And that's why it's important to befriend woodland critters and treat all with respect. Donny had done so, and when he needed help himself, he could turn to his friends for assistance. Donny resumed his stotting through the forest with Pearl possum clenched to his side, bouncing her up and down, and whacking her head on every stump he passed by.
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