Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

Jumpy though she was, the raccoon did as promised. Though she seemed ready to flee after smacking him, he managed to talk her down from running off. He found her impressive, unlike most of her kind she was not so cowardly. Though afraid, she was still brave enough to approach and help him. Basically, she had balls.

At last she finishes, her deft little fingers releasing the last of the mud. Oh, I could kiss you, he sighed, rolling over carefully so that he might rinse off more. Mapache, if ever you need a favor, find me. I owe you one. The scent would still cling to him, but he felt like a new man now that he was free from the mud of the swamp. Adios! he cried, and bounded away as soon as it was socially acceptable to do so. To freedom!