[ At least it's not him, since he's always hungry. And because he identifies more with Balto than Hansel and Gretel, he digs his pocketknife out and goes to scrape some bark off of the nearest tree. If they see it again, they'll know to change directions... hopefully.
As he does so, he chimes in: ]
I guess if it gets too bad, I can carry you...
[ Totally straight-faced. So much so that it almost sounds like he's being sassy. ]
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As he does so, he chimes in: ]
I guess if it gets too bad, I can carry you...
[ Totally straight-faced. So much so that it almost sounds like he's being sassy. ]