“Hehe.” Zuma laughed as he picked you up with one paw and raised you above his head and opened his jaws. “No! No. No. No. No.” I said. “Why not little dude?” Zuma asked. “I never asked for this. All I wanted was to just see you.” I tried to explain. “And you did. And now you get to be a snack for your favorite pup.” Zuma replied, grinning. Zuma opened his jaws and dropped you inside, snapped his jaws shut, quickly gulped you down and went off to sleep. Guess he was right, now you’re just an expendable piece of meat for your favorite Paw Patrol member.
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