"Baa, baa, black sheep,"
Emo Bunny glanced down the hall, and shuddered.
"Have you any wool?"
The kitten on the left eyed Norman, licking its lips.
"Yes sir, yes sir,"
The advancing group of animals remained oblivious.
"Three bags full."
Whiskers stopped in his tracks and began to sniff the air.
"One for the master,"
A kitten stood.
"One for the dame,"
The other stretched, and rose as its companion began to advance towards the toys.
"And one for the little boy"
Stanley frowned, but kept singing in a draconian bass, quietly rumbling down the hall.
"Who lives down the lane."
They stood, ready to pounce, and it was then that Crocodile realized what stood before them. A pair of kittens. Ready to play. However, he reckoned they would not play nice.
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