Lost in the Dark woods

With Jennifer's big roo feet taller than you, it takes hours to massarge them both. "Do I have to spend the rest of my life doing this?" you mutter.

By the time you finish nighttime has come, and the woods are dark and spooky. You dive into the relative safety of Jennifer's pouch. She wriggles her toes and gets to her feet. "I don't blame you, these woods sure are spooky..but there's nothing here that can hurt us, right?"

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