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Just a casual walk, Dipper thought. No snares could possibly be here, Dipper thought. Just a time to read and walk at the same time, Dipper thought.
Wrong. His back hoof got caught in a trap and upside down and up he went. âNot againâŠâ he muttered. The journal was out of his reach now tooâŠ
And wasnât it his luck that Bill was just around the corner. Hardly ever that far away when Dipper is in trouble like this.Â
â Gotta love those traps huh, Pine Tree?~âÂ
 While the book wasnât that far off from the demon spotting it, just a tad bit out of reach for a certain deer.
Oh great, just the thing that could make his day better!
âNope, I donât like âem. Must be you.â
Dipper tried to reach for the journal, but he kneew he wouldnt reach it. It was either pull off his leg or get a book.
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âBill, seriously, I know youâre there, youâre the only one that sets these leg-catch snares upâŠâ
His laugh echoed from somewhere as he appeared out of Dipperâs line of sight. He crept up behind him, making sure that he didnât make a sound as he slowly approached the other with evil intention. He grinned wickedly, yanking the boyâs deer tail and laughed when he heard Dipper yelp. It was more of a⊠yowl, but, anyhow, that wasnât important. He was just happy to be able to play a little bit of trickery on the small mutant boy. He floated in front of Dipper, putting a hand on the rope that held one of his hooves, almost as if taunting the boy.
"Well, looks like Iâve been caught red handed. Youâre very observant, Pine tree. Well done, you deserve a pat on the back." He snickered, patting his back roughly as he hung upside down.
ânnh..â He shuddered at hearing the laugh. And damn that tail pull hurt! Why wouldnât he yowl? He glared in the demonâs direction. This was getting old, but there wasnât that much that could be done for that...
âWhy are you here this time..? I donât even HAVE the journal with me!â ...that may or may not be a lie.
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âBill, seriously, I know youâre there, youâre the only one that sets these leg-catch snares up...â
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Just a casual walk, Dipper thought. No snares could possibly be here, Dipper thought. Just a time to read and walk at the same time, Dipper thought.
Wrong. His back hoof got caught in a trap and upside down and up he went. âNot again...â he muttered. The journal was out of his reach now too...
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