A really fat Rescue waddled down an old and well-worn path through a relatively dry part of the swamp, ostensibly to suss out some kind of hard-to-find foodstuff that she had pleaded a jonesin' for. She was hungry, but her search was for more intangible things. In fact, this was about the third time she had traveled down this way (on some good/bad advice) in two days. Rumor was "good things would happen trust me for real I knew a doe who went down there and like, some stuff happened, and like, she had like 27 babies and they were all like REALLY BIG and had MUSCLES and were like super healthy and all that no foolin'."
She was starting to think maybe this was not an accurate rumor. But... hey, exercise is good, right?
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