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Well, it's my owner who told me to not try to eat his pancakes. As usual, I pretend
to understand him by folding slightly my earings and to turn my head towards his
direction. But in deep down, I was saying : "talk to me if you want, I will not follow you".
The moral of this history, is that day, I couldn't steal any pieces of pancakes
because he kept an eye on me but in making my gentle eyes he succumbed to my charm and
he gave to me some of it.
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