was cayusein' his heart out
when the mountain spewed its fire....
....had
thrown me, Pop,
and
a few more
of the fellas in his time...
.....made it out of that rain of boulders, too....I know he did.....
.........heard he's been seen
three counties south of here....I'm still lookin' for him....
.........got his favorite apples in my pockets....
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