Today I was sitting outside enjoying nature and whatnot, you know, how people like to do sometimes. As I was trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, the tickle of the grass, the chirp of the birds, there was this...buzz...crawling....
Disturbance.
This certain type of flying weasel would slowly but steadily make its way toward me, ignoring my signals that, although I liked it as a friend, I didn't want that kind of relationship. It wasn't until I made contact to smack it away would it drive the creature away.
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