story about enemies that became friends.
I am hunting for my poaching neighbor George.
"So you're not killed, as you ought to be, but you're caught, anyway," he cried, "caught fast. Ho, what a jest, Ulrich Von Gradwitz snared in his stolen forest."
"No, i can scarcely see anything, there is so much blood caked around my eyes."
"could u reach this flask if i through it over to u?"
I will be your friend Ulrich Von Gradwitz.
Neighbor, if you help me bury this old quarrel, I --I will ask you to be my friend."
They aren't our men. They are wolves!
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