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Chapter 91: The Betrayal

The racoon, with squealing cry,

Doth realize with horror nigh,

His magic powers soon to flee,

To an olive branch, a bitter fee.

But as he mourns, the clown doth laugh,

With sinister smile and bitter chaff,

"Too late, my friend, to trust in me,

For I'll not suffer betrayal, see."

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