After I shaved it's posterior. It was quaking in fear. I tried to hold it down but the little bastard went crazy. I chased it around the house until it went behind the fridge. At this point it was shrieking real loud. I figured it was game over and put my pants back on. It would not come out from behind the fridge even after I pushed it closer to the wall. My brother had his gun on him when he came over that night. We shot him/her, dressed it and had it for dinner the next night. It tasted like chicken. Really did.... If my brother had kept his mouth shut, My Ex's Mom would have never found out and I wouldn't have had to buy her a new one. Eventually we ate that one too.
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