It was definitely the wrong turn to take.
I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.
Believe me there are better places for loitering.
This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.
It’s a pen, so what, get another one damnit – you say?
That objection seems reasonable, at first!
You must know:
I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.
I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite – I snitched it from my math teacher once.
So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.
My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.
Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.
Have you seen this muskrat?
Current residence of the fugitive unknown.
Any relevant information will be appreciated.
But not rewarded!
Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?
I was never into that superhero thing.