Jessie Rogers and I had a very brave, and very brotherly Rat. His name was Scrotes McGoats. Scroats had something wrong with his eyes. I dont know how to spell it. But one day, a large, and worthless man-boy came to our house. And he sat on Scroats. Scroats eyes basically popped out. But he was strong and brave, and Jessie and I nursed him back to health. Scroats lived for another year, and one day passed away while I was at work. We love you, and miss you Scroats. You will always be my Brother.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 20:10:51 +0000
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