00:13Some falls don't begin in the sky, they begin in quiet rooms, with friendly voices and fondue bottles.
00:22Mine started a few weeks back, the sky was just the exit wound.
00:28It began with a call. Routine. Familiar. Wanda from the Mouseburg Herald.
00:35Usually she swings by the office with a leaf. If a man's up, she hears it first.
00:41Simple, really. She gets her story, I get a few bucks to stockpile cheese, and for a moment, Mouseburg gets
00:48to breathe easy.
00:50But that day was different. She was tight-lipped. Need on sight, details later.
00:59Had to be someone big. Recognizable. The kind that only says, oops, when they remember their mortal too.
01:07Something within me. Old instinct, baby. I said, turn back. Let this one go.
01:15That this case was more trouble than it was worth.
01:18But, well, trouble is what I do.
01:25As you can see more and more.
01:29The chorus is in a place.
01:30The chorus says, Ñ, what to do?
01:31The chorus says, Ñ, what to do?
01:33The chorus says, Ñ, what to do?
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