Ever since he had lived, Templeton had waited for the moment where he could binge with no limits. It seemed the time had finally come for him, as the fair had been promised to hold seemingly endless amounts of food to eat. And it was through this persuasion that led him to the place he was now; in the miserarble crate of that obnoxious pig, Wilbur.
Templeton looked out the bars of the crate, to see that his patients had finally paid off. He could see and smell the food everywhere, people were eating and Templeton was fully awair of what awaited him...when he finally got the chance. As the crate decended, and Wilbur was released, Templeton crawled out and was just about to make his way towards the main event. But that pitifull spider had quickly reminded him of his purpose for being here in the first place, to find a word for her.
He was sick of it. Templeton, being the mostly selfish rat he was, was getting all to tired of being bossed around. When asked this one last time for a word, he had early promised to make it happen. And perhaps it would. As Templeton set out on his journey, he thought about it for a little while, and realized he could simply set out here and never return. The only cost of which would be the burden of remembrence that he had broken his oath. He snickered at this thought, and looked out at the food filled landscape before him. His mouth watered, and he decided what to do.
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