I suppose I should tell you how this got here.
So Steve decided to take a trip into the woods to clear his head.
While in the woods, he came across a filthy wild beastie feasting on deer poop and leaves.
He tried to be quiet so the wild beastie wouldn't hear him, but it was too late! The beastie had seen him! With the poor, ravaged leaves still falling from his frothing mouth...
He attacked!
But the beastie didn't know that in a past life, Steve had been a lion tamer and one wild beastie was small potatoes. The wild beastie realized that he had only become such a bad little wild beastie to protect himself from the scary things in woods because there was no one else who would love and protect him. As he was having this epiphany, Steve patted him on the head and got up to leave.
But the wild beastie ran after Steve and tried to follow him home.
Steve realized that the wild beastie had claimed him as part of his family and as he had no one else, agreed to let him come home. When the wild beastie (heretofore know as Rocky) heard this, he jumped for joy!
And I think he kinda likes it here.
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