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Sir Purrcival continued to pace and turn in circles, a constant refrain of “Treats, treats, treats!” spilling from his whiskered lips.
“Treeeeaaaaaats,” Sir Purrcival croaked again, and then began wiggling in Gwyn’s arms. “Treatstreatstreatstreatsfoodtreats.”
Purrcival licked his chops and headbutted her hand. “Treatstreatstreats,” he began again. “I think maybe that’s all he can say?” Vivi offered. “TreatstreatstreatsTREATSTREATSTREATS!”