When I was a boy, my dream was to join the Cub Scouts. My mom scraped enough money to buy me a Cub Scout uniform. I was happy back then. That night, I went to where they usually have their meetings, all cheerful and happy. When I entered, they told me I had to do an oath. After I said the oath, they turned off the lights and put a muzzle on my mouth. They bullied me, and punched me, and laughed at me. I ran out the building, took the muzzle out of my mouth, and ran home crying. Sad backstory, isn't it?
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Confessions Of A Fox
Non-FictionI confess some secrets I've been keeping from Judy.
