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“Ahhh…” sighed Temari, “I’m stuck! Again.” Down in a muddy ditch the cynical weasel tried to pull her legs out of the mud, but alas…they didn’t so much as budge out of the squelching, dank mud. All of a sudden she hears the clip-clop of a mules hooves on gravel. She begins to formulate a plan in her devious mind. “Magnificent mule, would you be so kind as to pull me out of the mud?” Temari inquired. The mule, Kankuro, turned to her and asked “What would be in it for me?” Temari pauses as a quick leer passes over her lips. “Well…there is plenty of lovely greens down here…if you might come down here to get them it should be no problem to pull me out!” (Now, Temari knew darn well that there weren’t any greens down here eating but she wasn’t about to say anything.) The somewhat dim Kankuro agrees to pull Temari out. As Kankuro comes down to acquire a stomach full of greens he grasps Temari by her tail and yanks her out. “Many thanks!” called Temari over her shoulder. “Hey! Wait! I’m stuck in the mud too now and there is absolutely NO greenery down here whatsoever!” brayed the burro. Temari turned around, smirked, and taunts “Ya’know, you should always have an escape plan when a weasel asks you for something. I’m a weasel for goodness sake! What did you think the term weaseling out of something meant?” She turns and continues to dash home, laughing all the way, as an enraged Kankuro fumes far behind her.
*Disclaimer* No mules or weasels were harmed during the writing of the story and Kankuro is pulled out of the mud by a farmers boy after 15 minutes.