The Hannibal Hijink just don't quit.
Was there ever a time when belled cows roamed freely without supervision through municipal graveyards?
Why is there something so unnerving about his cane, just laying there, like some horrible premonition?
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The Hannibal Hijink just don't quit. |
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Was there ever a time when belled cows roamed freely without supervision through municipal graveyards? Why is there something so unnerving about his cane, just laying there, like some horrible premonition? |
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