Rain is rain.
Clouds are clouds.
Cats are cats.
But I am a monkey with a bow and arrow.
I shot a bear with my arrow, and now it follows
me like i have some honey in my pocket.
One late summer night I watched a movie,
and the bear ran arond out side like a
goof ball.
The more i shoot people with these arrows I
Get followers.
Like the Cat down the street at will's house, He is
always at my side.
My mother asked where I got the Bow and Arrow and
I said
"from a guy who only wore a diaper."
it turns out that its called Cupids arrows.
That solves the mystery of the following
but not the mouse it';s been following me since
the day i moved in.
It's called...
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