Horatio’s Cement Chronicles continues! Make sure to check out the rest of the series!!

In this one, while targeting a single victim in the form of the peacock Willard Lee, Horatio finds himself with an opportunity to add a whole load of new statues to his collection~

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It was another peaceful day on Horatio the rabbit’s private island, all of his many cemented statues standing tall, decorating the various walkways and gardens, their faces all contorted in horror, pleasure, or a mix of both. He loved nothing more than admiring them every morning.

That day, he’d invited a certain professional to join him on the island - a peacock by the name of Willard Lee, well known for their wide collection of art and their general involvement with the art world. Though, it wasn’t the sort of involvement any artist would particularly appreciate - no, rather, he was the type to simply spend loads of his money on random pieces with the sole purpose of making himself seem sophisticated. He’d built his wealth on the practice of inflating the price of paintings his other rich friends would sell to him, then auctioning them off to whoever was foolish enough to believe his appraisal.

Horatio was well aware that he was little more than a hack, but peacocks were very pretty creatures. The moment Willard went to use the bathroom at any point, he’d be getting an unfortunate surprise - a very wet, cement-heavy surprise.

Indeed, as he thought this, he watched a boat pulling into his dock, a private yacht, with the peacock himself waving from the helm. His fur was a bright, royal blue, highlighted heavily by his tail, full of feathers with eye-shaped designs. It was, indeed, a beautiful sight - it was a big help in getting him his reputation. He wore a fancy black suit with gold trimming on the edges, as well as gold-framed sunglasses, sparkling as though they’d been dumped in glitter powder, pointy at every edge.

Horatio waved back, smiling genuinely, not because he was happy to see the peacock, but rather, because he was already imagining them as a statue.

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Soon enough, the two were at the dinner table, trading the usual rich-person thoroughfare. To Willard’s right, a border collie in a suit stood, though he was not one of Horatio’s butlers - rather, he was the peacock’s assistant. The art snob treated him terribly, like utter garbage - Horatio felt pretty bad for the poor assistant; perhaps he’d make for a good butler once Willard was cemented.

“Um, sir?” Douglas, the assistant, whispered to the peacock. “I noticed there’s some… um, feces by the statues? Should I ask someone to clean it or something?”

“Shush.” The peacock waved a hand in his face, ignoring him entirely. “Just stand there and be quiet, I have more important things to take care of than your petty trifles.”

The border collie sighed and went back to his position, still looking nervously towards the statues - each one seemed to have a small pile of fecal matter behind them, near the ass, making the room smell quite terrible. If Willard noticed, he didn’t care. The dull conversation continued until Willard took things in an unexpected direction.

“You know, Horatio,” he spoke, his voice’s pitch moving from low to high inconsistently. “These statues you have lying around are simply magnificent. I just love the expressions - the horror, the pleasure, it’s all very fancy and artistic!”

Horatio was happy that someone else could understand the beautiful nature of his statues, though “fancy and artistic” wasn’t exactly a deep analysis. “Thank you, Willard, I’ve been building my collection for quite some time.”

“I can certainly tell! I wanted to make a proposal. I have an art auction coming up, one that I’ll be running myself, but we’re sadly low on actual pieces to put up - I’m afraid I’ve only been able to procure one or two, and I doubt either will appeal to my crowd. How would you feel if we turned the whole thing into an auction for just your statues? I can just guarantee that my customers will be eating them up - you’ll have enough money from it to commission a dozen more!”


Horatio’s knife scratched his white dinner plate as he cut his steak. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. This pretentious bastard would dare to suggest he sell his statues? That simply wouldn’t stand. He couldn’t have been happier about his cementing plan now. “Well, I’m not too sure…”


“Oh, you really must give it some thought, Horatio - you have no idea how large the venue is! Why, we’re planning to have guests in the hundreds, tons of wealthy elites with so much money to throw around that they might as well be flushing bags of money down their golden toilets. Just winning an item there is a symbol of status - you could be looking at millions!”

Horatio sighed; he didn’t care how much he could make, his statues were far too precious to him to even think of auctioning them.

However… an idea came to mind. Such a large venue, so many guests… he smiled, a sinister, evil smile, one that Willard mistook for the rabbit finally coming around to the auction’s idea.

“You know what, Willard?” Horatio smiled. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

“Oh, how marvelous! Douglas, go start preparing the statues to be shipped out - start with that elephant on the walkway up. I simply can’t wait, we mustn’t delay things! Go on, hurry up!” The assistant, Douglas, nodded and quickly walked off, already clearly dreading the task before him.

Horatio turned to one of his own butlers, the horse who’d been his most faithful, and directed, “Would you please show him the way to the exit, and then ‘clean’ the bathroom a tad?” The butler nodded and paced off; “cleaning” the bathroom was the code word for removing the trap. The rabbit had other plans for the peacock now.

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Douglas was, indeed, struggling to get through the mansion; he could feel the panic building up in him. Disappointing Willard was not an option - that sort of thing never ended well. The peacock was quite a fan of docking pay or threatening to entirely fire his servant at even the slightest mistake. Despite his best efforts, the mansion was a confusing maze, so big and full of paths and rooms; he was entirely lost.

Luckily for him, Horatio’s butler was soon to approach. “Need some help?” He offered with a smile, his usually very professional demeanor temporarily loosened.

The dog sighed in relief - he was saved. “Oh, yes, please - it’s so difficult to find anything in this place.”


“I get that - even us butlers still struggle from time to time.” The two chatted a tad about working for the wealthy; it was clear that the horse was in a far better position than Douglas was, considering his boss was much more friendly and kind, but they could still share many common complaints.

“This is the exit.” The butler motioned for the doors. “The elephant is right outside. Good luck, and trust me - things will get better for you soon.” He smiled knowingly.

Douglas tilted his head - the way he said that made it sound like more than just kind words. “Well, thank you. See you around, I suppose.”

The horse nodded, and made his way to the bathrooms.

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Douglas looked up at the statue of the elephant and gulped. It was huge, tall and wide; it looked incredibly heavy. Still, he’d been given a task - he needed to try his best to do it.

After a thorough examination and brainstorm on how best to carry her, he went for her front, grabbing between her legs and lifting her up. Immediately, though, the weight was too much - he stumbled backwards, then forwards, side to side, hitting her head right against a tall marble pillar, hearing a horrible cracking noise. Dread filled his expression as he looked up to the face, teeth gritted in concern. He’d not just cracked it - a piece of concrete had fallen right to the ground and shattered, a piece right on her face! He panicked… however, it was short-lived.

Beyond the concrete was a grey texture, a different grey than that of the concrete. It was… almost like the skin of an elephant?

He stumbled again; another whack against a pillar, and her mouth was soon uncovered. He watched as the elephant suddenly took a breath of air, as though she was alive… no, she definitely was alive!

“N-noooo…” The elephant spoke, her words slurred and off-key. “Put it backkk!!” PRRRT! Douglas heard the horrible sound of a heavy, brassy fart coming from the statue’s rear end; a load of hot, slimy shit fell from her, thick and heavy as one would expect from an elephant, falling to the pavement and curling up like soft-serve ice cream.

“W-what the hell!?” He quickly dropped the statue, confused as could be, right onto her stomach, and the cement shattered into tiny pieces all over, revealing a full elephant, alive as could be. She didn’t move, rather just laying there, staying in place, a few more noxiously-scented farts ringing from her giant ass. She groaned and grunted, making no attempt to move; all Douglas could make out were the sounds of her vaguely begging to be put… back inside the cement?

Before he could even begin to wrap his head around what was happening, Horatio appeared from the doors, a knowing smile on his face. Willard was nowhere to be seen, but the horse butler followed the rabbit close behind. “So… I see you’ve discovered my secret.”

“O-oh my god, I’m so, so sorry!” Douglas quickly said, grabbing pieces of concrete and vaguely trying to stick them back on the naked elephant. “I, um, I-I’m sure we can still put them back, n-no big deal! You can take any amount of my pay you need to for this, just, um, please don’t let Willard find out, I need this job so badly right now!”

“Calm down, calm down,” Horatio said, walking up to the elephant and examining it. “It’s really no big deal - it happens every once in a while. It’s an easy fix. And Willard is off being given a tour of the other side of the island with another servant.” He looked back up to Douglas. “It seems I can’t easily hide this from you now - you’ve probably connected the pieces. What’s your name?”

“Um… Douglas?”

“Douglas. Every statue on this island, all the ones surrounding my mansion, and every single one inside, used to be a person. A living one, just like you and me. However, for one reason or another, I decided none of them were exactly worth keeping around - not adding anything to society, only taking from it… at least, in most cases. So… well, how about I just show you?”

“Um… s-sure, sir,” Douglas said, putting on a fake smile, trying not to show how freaked out he currently was.

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Douglas followed Horatio and his butler down to an underground laboratory-like area, filled with many other concrete statues and other bizarre tools and contraptions. The rabbit and the horse carried the elephant together, bringing her over to what looked like a glass box in the ground, yellow and black tape surrounding the edges. “Alright, three, two, one!” With a heave, the two threw the elephant in, and the rabbit hit a large red button on a control panel nearby. From above, wet cement poured over the elephant. The dog watched in odd fascination, hardly believing the sight he was seeing as she was slowly overtaken by the grey, liquidy substance.

“This, my dear Douglas…” Horatio began, “Is just one of many contraptions we use to make our statues around here. See, my island is full of what you might call ‘traps.’ Almost everything you see has some capacity to either suck someone down into a box like this one, or to put them in a position where cement can quickly be poured over them. In fact, we had one set up for Willard in the bathroom, one where, the moment he flushed the toilet, it would pull him in and throw him right inside the very box the elephant is now sitting in. But, well, we decided to hold back on that… for now.”

Douglas blushed a tad as he watched the statue being re-cemented; something about the process made him feel… oddly hot. He could feel his shaft hardening through his pants. “Um… w-why are you telling me this?”

“Simple. Now, I’m not the type to subject simple servants to this sort of treatment, not one like you… but unfortunately, you discovered the secret, so I can’t exactly let you leave with it. You have two options here.”

Douglas suddenly became very aware of the paw on his back, and his relatively small distance from the quickly-filling box of cement. He gulped; he heard the door to the lab close behind him.

“See, I take great pride in my statues - they are my heart and soul, my passion, my reason for living. To lose even a single one would break my heart… so you can certainly understand how Willard’s idea of auctioning them off for mere profit makes me seethe. I saw how he treats you - he doesn’t deserve your loyalty, dear Douglas. But I have a plan - a plan to get back at him, to add him to my collection, and to add every single other attendee to that collection as well. This is your first option. I can promise, you’ll find the ending desirable for you - you’ll get the chance to leave this island without an inch of cement on your fur, or to stay as one of my faithful butlers. Either way, I’ll make sure you’re left with a good amount of monetary wealth to take care of any issues Willard’s… disposal may cause.”

He nodded; admittedly, he didn’t mind that thought at all. Willard was terrible to work for, and from what he could see, Horatio would be much better. And honestly… the cementing thing was making him feel ways he hadn’t ever felt before. Very good ways. Still, he had to ask. “What’s the second option?”

“The second option…” The horse operated a control panel; a crane reached into the wet cement and pulled out the elephant. A new, hard crust had been added to her body - it seemed this concrete worked in specific ways to match Horatio’s needs. “Is that you become the centerpiece to the new fountain I’m having installed this weekend.” The cement was still incredibly wet; one push, and Douglas would be done for. “If you try to run or fight back, I’ll take that as you choosing option two. I wouldn’t recommend it, really.”

The dog nodded; he agreed. “I… I can’t stand Willard. He makes me sick. I’ll help you take him down.”

Horatio smiled. “Good choice. Let’s go over the plan.”

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That night, Willard slept in one of the many guest rooms of the mansion. Douglas held in his paws a bucket full of fresh, wet cement, along with a large brush - his task was simple. Apply a new coat of paint to every statue’s ass, to prevent them from being able to shit. Apparently, they all still needed to shit, despite being cemented - the dog didn’t quite understand how that worked… but he did understand that it was weirdly hot. He almost envied the statues - standing in place all day, no worries or cares in the world, only action you have to take being shitting yourself… it sounded nice. He shook his head and focused on the task in front of him, getting every statue he could find, inside and outside of the mansion. The variety of both facial expressions and poses was surprising, as well as the variety of species - he could certainly admire the collection. He wondered more about these traps; it made him curious to consider what Horatio had thought up around the island.

As he went along, he noticed that almost every statue he passed had a pile of logs sitting behind them; some were even in the process of shitting as he passed by. He could almost hear their grunts and groans as they pushed out their feces onto the ground - he imagined how good that must’ve felt for each of them. On one, he even got to watch as they pushed their shit right through their old concrete, cracking the cement and breaking through it just to drop their waste to the ground. The dog huffed; he resisted the urge to stop and jerk off. He had a job to do before he could rest.

This new coat of cement would make it so none of the statues could shit… not for a while, at least. It would take some time to break through. According to Horatio, the amount of time would be just perfect.

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The auction came only a few days later. Conveniently, it was held in the auditorium of Horatio’s mansion - the maroon-cushioned seats were packed with the wealthy elite, hardly any true art connoisseurs among them. They all chatted amongst themselves, wearing suits and dresses, sharing drinks of wine served by Horatio’s servants. All of their own servants and assistants had been told to stay back on their boats or in the mansion’s servant’s quarters - supposedly, the room was too small to hold them all.
The auditorium consisted mainly of theater-like seating and a large wooden stage, curtains closed, many, many statues sitting behind them. In addition, there was a statue for every two rows of seats at each end of the audience, all with initial price tags hanging from their necks - already, visitors were making plans for which they were most interested in. And beyond the concrete mask of their faces, those cemented victims were each pushing, aching for the relief of a good shit, one that they needed so badly.

Willard sat behind stage, peaking to the crowd; Douglas was right behind him, and Horatio and his own horse butler were nearby too. It was almost time to begin. “I just can’t wait to see how this goes! I’ve never seen such a great showing of eternal beauty than in these statues - it’s simply magnificent,” Willard spoke. “Why, I can’t help myself - I think I’ll be bidding on a few myself! That elephant would look amazing in my office. Don’t you agree, Horatio?”

The rabbit nodded, a knowing smile on his face. “She- I mean, it certainly would, Willard. How about we get things started?” He looked to Douglas and winked; the dog returned his smile.

“Certainly!” The peacock grabbed the mic; servants threw the curtains open, the flamboyant auction runner quickly running to the center of the stage, surrounded by tons of statues on all sides. “Hello, everyone!” He fluffed out his multicolored feathers; the crowd applauded.

As he spoke, introducing the auction, preparing to begin the bid, Horatio tapped Douglas on the shoulders. The dog turned to see the bunny offering him… a nose clip. He had one on his own nose, as did the horse butler; the other servants in the room seemed to have fled from backstage. Douglas took it and put it on his own nose, understanding why he would need it.

The statues all seemed to slightly vibrate, hardly noticeable to anyone around, but it was clear that they were at their breaking point. Each one was pushing as hard as they could; if their grunts could be heard, there would’ve been a chorus of hard sounds echoing out through the hall. Horatio held up his fingers. His smile curled up. Three… two… one.

The room exploded with the sounds of brassy gas being spilled from the butts of every statue there. Concrete cracked and shattered on each of their asses; the sounds of their farts filled the entire room to the point where visitors were covering their ears, overwhelming them entirely. Logs of shit soon began to fall, onto the stage, onto the audience-ground, sloppy, slimy pieces of shit hitting the ground with splatters and thuds.

Some audience members quickly began to run out in confusion, but the exit doors were locked; they had no time to escape, not before the smell finally hit them.

It was terrible. The room had become like a gas chamber - there was an almost visible cloud of swampy greens and browns hanging in the air, a haze with a horrible, toxic, noxious smell brewed from hundreds of farts. It overwhelmed people’s senses, dug into their brains and fogged their minds, poisoned them from the inside; many started to cough and gag… and then they began to drop.

One by one, they thudded to the floor, knocked completely unconscious. Willard was the very first, being subject to the worst attack due to his position; he turned to look at Horatio in a mix of confusion, surprise, and betrayal, only to be met with a smile and a little wave of his paw, before the peacock fell on the wooden stage.

And, after hardly a minute, every audience member was lying still, silent, each still alive, but very much unconscious. It wouldn’t be deadly to just smell the gas… but unfortunately, Horatio didn’t plan to stop there.

“Alright, let’s get started~” Horatio prompted. Douglas smiled as he, the horse butler, and Horatio themselves each began to drag all the guests back stage and into one of the two back doors. Each one led to a simple bathroom, small but usable, with a large porcelain toilet. The rabbit had not spared any expense when it came to his plumbing - his toilets were big and powerful, each with a dangerously sizeable drain and fast current.

The dog wasn’t quite sure about the idea Horatio had proposed here; he didn’t really understand how this would work. Still, he trusted the rabbit. He dragged one of the guests, a male fox in a simply black tuxedo, into the bathroom and dunked them, face-first, into the toilet. Their body was large; he couldn’t imagine them fitting down the drain. Nonetheless, he did as Horatio had suggested, and simply stood back, grabbing the toilet’s chain and pulling it down.

FLRSHHHHHHH!

The sound was loud; the dog jumped back in surprise as he watched the toilet water begin to swirl around the head, wetting the fur. But instead of giving the unconscious guest a simple swirly… as though it were made from rubber, the toilet’s drain seemed to enlarge. It sucked the fox down snout-first, pulling him further and further, wrapping around his features and swallowing his body down bit by bit, slowly dragging him in, his size bulging out from the pipes. Douglas watched with fascination as it seemed to effortlessly flush the full-sized, anthro fox right down the drain, pulling him in until only his feet were left, spinning in the current, soon to also be taken down. It only took a single flush, and he was gone. He now understood why Horatio had warned him to take a few steps back before flushing. If that thing got even his tail… best not to imagine it.

And, far below the ground, the pipes dragged the fox away, sliding him through the cramped, dark, cold pipes, all the way into the laboratory, where he was deposited into an incredibly large glass box filled to the brink with wet cement. Every single guest would be going to that same place - both toilets led right to it. At the end of the day, each one would make for a great new statue.

The three of them continued to flush guest after guest, most of them consisting of zebras, foxes, horses, rhinos, the occasional elephant, and even a few other peacocks. The sounds of the toilet slurping and flushing the victims down was music to Douglas’ ears. He couldn’t stand these pretentious, wealthy elites - he had no reservations about flushing and cementing them. He hummed to himself as he worked, his cock bulging; he still found himself getting a bit envious of them, honestly. Not envious of their wealth, but rather, of their fate.

Finally, the auditorium was empty… or, at least, mostly empty, save for a single remaining guest.

Slowly, Willard woke up from his fart-induced unconsciousness. He was groggy; he still felt weak and tired, barely able to move or understand his surroundings. He was immediately greeted to the sight of one bunny, one horse, and one dog standing over him, looking down at him with mischievous, sinister smiles. “Good morning, sir,” Douglas said, chuckling to himself. “Sorry that the auction didn’t go quite how you expect… but really, you did have it coming.”

“W-what? What’s going on? Horatio, what is this?” He rubbed his eyes, confused, thinking he was dreaming even as the horse grabbed him by the legs and slowly pulled him towards a bathroom. “Unhand me this instant - where are you taking me!?”

“Sorry, Willard, but there’s no chance I’d ever sell a single one of my statues,” Horatio smirked, grabbing the toilet’s chain as Willard’s head was held towards the toilet water by the horse. Douglas was sure to block the entrance, just in case. “Didn’t you say something about eternal beauty? If you love that so much, and you really enjoy my statues… well, then you’re going to love being one of them~”

“Being one- Horatio, what are you talking about!? This nonsense isn’t funny - unhand me! Let me go!!” He began to flail and squirm, but the horse had a strong, firm grasp. He shoved the peacock into the toilet, head-first, and nodded to Horatio. The bunny flushed.

“Agh- AHHH! GLUURGLLG!” The peacock screamed and fought, but the moment Horatio flushed, he was doomed. The toilet water swirled around him; it pulled his head in, even as he pushed against it, talons on the bowl, trying to pull himself back out. It was no use. It dragged him down, further and further, his body spinning and spinning around and around, still flailing and squirming as it was sucked deeper in. Soon enough, the last of his tail feathers were slurped up by the drain, and his whole body was flushed.
“Mmm~” Douglas moaned, rubbing himself through his pants. The sight was hotter than anything he’d ever seen in his whole life before. He just loved it.

“Satisfying, isn’t it?” Horatio chuckled. “Well then, shall we go check up on our guests~?”

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The horse lifted each statue from the cement, one by one, laying them all out side by side. Many had been asleep when they were cemented, though others had woken up in the pipes, with terrified, confused expressions on their faces - it was a lovely variety. Each one would make for amazing decor.

The last to come out was, of course, Willard himself. A look of anger and terror contorted his facial features; his wings and feathers were fluffed up, all showing perfectly, their colors dulled by the grey cement, though they still looked amazing. “This is definitely going to be a new favorite,” Horatio said, running his paws along the feathers, smiling to himself. “He’ll be frozen in here for a very long time. I doubt you’ll ever be seeing him again, other than in this form, Douglas.”

Douglas smiled and nodded; it was incredible to see his boss taken care of. He couldn’t be more thankful. “I’ve made my decision, Horatio. I really like these statues; I’d love to work here as a butler and help you make more.”


“Wonderful to hear, and I’ll be happy to have you. However…” Horatio flipped a switch on the control panel; a part of the wall flipped over, revealing a new glass box, one that was standing upright, with a few tubes on the top. “I wanted to make another offer. I noticed how much you like these statues, and I have to wonder - would you rather be making them… or would you rather be them?”

Douglas gasped; he hadn’t realized he could do that. He assumed the statues were reserved for only those Horatio deemed deserving of an eternally frozen fate. He loved the idea of being one, but he hadn’t even considered that perhaps… he really could be one.

“I’ll make it a bit better for you, even. I’ll leave you dick out of the cement - you’ll be one of the few who will be able to cum, despite being frozen in place.” He turned to the dog. “What do you say?”

“Oh, Horatio… yes, yes please!!”

The rabbit smiled. “Then strip naked, and step right in~”

The border collie happily made himself nude, then jumped up into the glass box; the horse soon laid a new piece of glass over top the front of it. “Hold your dick out, upright.” Douglas did as asked; the glass clicked into place, and his cock went right through a small hole in it. It fit him perfectly. The space was cramped; he could hear a whirring, sloshing sound from above. He smiled, ecstatic, as Horatio flipped two switches.

“Enjoy your last moments of freedom, Douglas~” The rabbit said, kneeling down in front of the glass. He closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the dog’s hard cock, suddenly giving him a blowjob, right as the cement began to fall. The dog moaned and shivered in delight as he felt Horatio’s amazing mouth movements on his sensitive shaft, along with the concrete hardening around his feet, working its way up to his ankles, his knees, his waist; he felt his bottom half being frozen, no longer able to move even an inch. He bit his lip, moaning out even louder, as it rose further, past his stomach, to his chest. He couldn’t move his arms any longer; his shoulders were covered, his neck soon to go. And right at that moment, he came, moaning loudly, tilting his head back, right as the cement covered his entire face.

He was forever frozen in a look of pure ecstasy and pleasure, only his dick being left untouched. “This may be my best work yet,” Horatio mused, wiping white from his lips. “Have him taken to my personal bedroom.

The horse nodded. “Of course, sir.”

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And so, each statue was positioned around the island, all adding to its lovely decorations. It took only a few days for them to start shitting themselves, breaking the concrete by their asses, leaving loads and logs behind them - a few new servants had to be hired to clean up all the hundreds of new loads dumped every day. Luckily, many servants had just recently become available on the market.

Best of all, however, was Douglas. Horatio sat on his bed, sipping red wine, as he looked at the new statue. He smiled to himself as he heard the cracking of concrete; he imagined the grunts and groans of the dog as he shit out a few logs, splattering onto the floor behind him, the border collie’s cock growing hard. It was no surprise that he was so turned on; he loved his new fate. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

And neither could the rabbit.

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