We have been feeding Speck (top) for years. He's gone from running when he saw us to making eye contact and sometimes talking. But we can't get closer than six feet to him. Somebody had to have really abused him to make him so wary and may those people be damned to the hottest, most caustic circle of Hell, for half of the time. The other half, may they be submerged in pools of liquid hydrogen, with frequent cycling between the two spots.
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