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arsenicmaulsWell, Old Lace had eaten something weird while out hunting with Gert today, which meant that by the time she and Gert got back to their room, Gert was mid-lecture and Old Lace was looking especially sad-eyed.
"I don't know what your problem is, but you can't eat the tiny rodents," Gert lectured. "They don't even fill you up, for one thing, and I'm pretty sure they're forty percent alcohol, which is probably why your stomach is hurting. Deer only, okay?"
Old Lace whimpered, stretching onto her back on the floor.
Gert sighed and dutifully rubbed the dinosaur's belly.
"I don't know what your problem is, but you can't eat the tiny rodents," Gert lectured. "They don't even fill you up, for one thing, and I'm pretty sure they're forty percent alcohol, which is probably why your stomach is hurting. Deer only, okay?"
Old Lace whimpered, stretching onto her back on the floor.
Gert sighed and dutifully rubbed the dinosaur's belly.
