da goose ish gettin fat, Willow hums to hurownself ash she busily pwuts more packages unner da twee in da tea shop.."We gots a dood stwart , Timmy," she meows ash she stwaitens a bow heer an der. "But it gonna takes a wot more to haff nuff fur awll da orfan kits an wetired kits. I shure hopes we gets sum more donashuns."
"Don't wurry, Willow," Timmy meows. "Yu nose effery gonna bwing sumfing."
"Yeah, yu rite, Timmy. Effery ish furry generwus. I gesh I jusht a wittul wurrier. I want it to be purfect."
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