... and it looks like my wife is eager to find my open arms... as I head toward her with a loving smile on my face:


The sense of accomplishment was overwhelming, and I felt like I needed to share it with my loving bride who had supported me selflessly up the whole coast... giving me neckrubs, tending to my medical needs, etc... I start to run towards her in anticipation....



All of a sudden, a flash from the corner of my eye, I see something. What is it? I don't really know, but it could have been the rare Tybeean Water Squirrel... ohh the fortune of encountering such a rare beast! I care not for the waiting arms of my lovely wife, and run towards the mythical creature of lore....



HAA!!! I FOUND IT!! Not only that but I managed to capture it... for... uhh... scientific research into how hair can be so ... so... perfect....



The cute little thing decides that he wants to go into the dreaded "Tybeean death roll"... a tactic commonly encountered when their species feels threatened:



Having not the strength to subdue the creature, I knew that I had to remove it from its natural habitat. I had to elevate its altitude. I would have the upper hand then!

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Having realized that this particular squirrel was one that held sway over multitudes of his peers, I realized that I had bitten off more than I could chew... I let him believe he had the upper hand...

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Finally I let the squirrel free. He had earned his freedom.

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Having overcome both the trials of the race, and the challenges of herding the ferocious Tybeean Water Squirrel, I returned to the embrace of my amazing wife - who was thoroughly impressed with my prowess no doubt.

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