[And pat her nose he does. He loves his zippy little zebra but he'll never stop admiring what a good Pokemon Carousel has become.]
[Meanwhile, up in the tree, the two Sentrets, completely unaware of Heather's past trauma, venture out onto the branch bobbing their little ears in her direction. They squeak as though asking if she'd seen what the actual hell happened down below? And if they had any peanuts because that was what the nice man with the camera usually brought them. They make no move to lash out and part Heather from her face should she reach for the camera.]
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[Meanwhile, up in the tree, the two Sentrets, completely unaware of Heather's past trauma, venture out onto the branch bobbing their little ears in her direction. They squeak as though asking if she'd seen what the actual hell happened down below? And if they had any peanuts because that was what the nice man with the camera usually brought them. They make no move to lash out and part Heather from her face should she reach for the camera.]