The birds chirping at your window are trying to wake you soon your body acts on auto-pilot lifting your tail and firing a volley of gas at them. They fall from the branches slamming into the ground one sticking out of the mailman's head while he walks away unaware. You fall back asleep in your cloud of stink hopping it will by you a few hours
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