[sprucegrit]

Anyway, there was this one time... at wolf camp... and like the sun was beatin' down and burnin' my paws just walkin' around, and there mighta even been alligators and stuff, but I cain't dance; and since my paws were burnt, well, I just started singing. Not like a canary mind you, 'cause I'm no stool pigeon, I'm a wolf. And I don't fear def. I laff at def! Ha-ha, def, you dastardly thief of bright eyes burning so brightly that then turn so pale and fail. But I didn't sing THAT song. I sang a happy song. Something about, "La la la, we got the beef!" Wolf pups luvs beef, let me tell you.