[His hair just flops right back into place without any gel or wax to keep it styled but that's okay with Freddy. That's how this hound is. After sticking grapes in the cage, prompting a toucan to hop out of the log and perch happily, e-ee-e-e-ee-e'ing cheerfully before feasting on the stuff, Freddy locks the cage door again then grabs a hoodie and pulls on his shoes. He gives the old man a look just as he's stepping through the doorway, something soft but wordless.]
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