They egged your house on Easter Sunday, but you wouldn't let them bring you down. Even when they contaminated your water supply on Saint Crispin's Day, you remained calm. And on the Feast of Stephen, when they drank all your rum punch, you held strong and wouldn't let them play you like that...
It wasn't until they took your pet Chinchilla Marshal to the humane society that you finally lost your cool.
Who could blame you? Marshal was the most beautiful thing that happened to you in recent memory.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinchilla
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