If only i could get in there, it’s so cold out here and it must be toasty warm in there . . . i'm feeling so bloated from my last meal, i hope there wasn’t rodent poison in it ...
If only i could get out there, it’s too stuffy in here ... i want some fresh air and that plump critter for supper ... i hate those canned foods they’ve been feeding me ... i need a change ...
the "If only’s" of life might not really be the answer to our discontent ... do you think?
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