after being such a good dog yesterday, and most of today i might add, the cosmic balance must have demanded that sam do something bad. so he set about to ensure the continuation of the universe, and gnawed up the Great Leader's slipper. all that was left was a sole and some grey fleece. i found him lying on top of the other slipper, which i assume he was saving for later.
dear sammy boy... couldn't you have been content with eating the snow, and the plastic bags you'd found previously?
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