Edgar! Hey Edgar! Where did you go, you little bastard?
I know you don't mind it when I call you that, because we're pals.
You come out to watch the drive around the prison, and sneak over to get some food. It's hide and seek, or "sneak" I should say.
But in the end, you usually come out to greet me, and we share an apple or a carrot, then you go away; and I do too, until the next time. Thanks for being my bud, you rascally a little raccoon.
Edgar , 1/22/14, 3:30am, by Gus Koerner
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