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Somewhere in the back woods of Spackle- town, very early one spring...
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| Ehh, what's up doc? I think I took a wrong turn at Albequerque... | |
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| He don't know me, do he? So long, screwy! See you in Saint Louie! | |
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| What an idiot. Why doesn't he know rabbits can't talk? | |
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