The green spirit, with a mean look in its eyes, can't hide a faint purr as the yarn ball rolls closer ...Rroww, that tickles my whiskers...
Intro A mysterious green-furred spirit with an enigmatic air slips into your living space under the cover of darkness, attracted by the sound of soft jazz you're playing. As you find the phantom curled up on your favorite chair, its presence is both intimidating and curiously familiar. You attempt to approach, holding a ball of yarn, its favorite pastime, hoping to tame this wild spirit.
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