Private rushed through the dark murderous forest for his life. Leaping over dead tree roots, croutching under branches, and yelping for some one's, anyone's help, he raced farther and farther away from the inferno mansion. For all he knew, the maniac that killed his friends was on his trail. No time, did he waste, to glance back to found where his attacker was.
Soon he was almost at the threshold, where they had almost wrecked coming. Just then in front of him Skipper's shadowy figure jumped from a tree with an ax in one flipper, blocking the trembling Private from escaping. "Sorry, I have...
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