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Oh oh thank you for all the support, I usually don't get this much of an applause for my stories. Everybody just usually sighs and falls asleep while I tell my stories and I never know why. Do they just not like listening to stories? Oh oh like that time with my dear friend Orville, I was telling him about a story when he was just a little calf. The story was about how he as just a little calf, killed all of the ants in our backyard. I don't know how he did it but I assure you he did because one night all of the ants were still in the yard, and then young Orville went out into the yard. Next day, well, there were no more ants. I don't know how he did that as just a little calf, but he did it. I tried to explain to young Orville about why he shouldn't commit mass murder on a species and not even eat the ones he killed. He just rolled his eyes at me and went back up into his room. I was honestly shocked by the sass he gave me. Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah yeah, that's right, moral of the story, if you're commit genocide on all of the ants in your backyard, at least eat them.