Sorry, Fred.

"Well if you're going to be like that, I'm leaving!" says Fred as he wriggles and squirms in order to back out of the flap "Help!" he barks "I'm stuck!"

"Don't look at me, I'm dying!" you groan.

Fred stretches his neck and licks your wound. "You'll live.". His wolf slopper seems to give you strength, and you stagger to your feet and lean back against the door. "Thanks, Fred. I'm sorry I snapped at you.".

Fred gives you another affectionate lick and you settle down to sleep..

Written by AndrewAnorak

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