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Long Long Ago, In A Galaxy Far Far Away

Long, long ago, in a galaxy far far away, there lived a fierce and ferocious timberwolf named Jeffrey.

He, of course, had no idea that he was living long, long ago, because - at the time - it didn't seem like long long ago. In fact - at the time - it seemed very much like the present to him.

Furthermore, he didn't realize he was living in a galaxy far far away because - if he'd stopped to think about it - he would have thought that we live in a galaxy far far away, while he lived extraordinarily close to what he considered "here".

But, of course, he didn't stop to think about it. For two reasons. First, because he was a timberwolf, and fierce, ferocious timberwolves don't spend much of their brainpower on such philosophical considerations. Second, he couldn't exactly think about us since we hadn't even been born yet.

The fact that we hadn't been born yet might have been a source of concern and stress for us, except that, having not been born yet, we didn't have any brains or brainpower with which to worry, and were therefore strangely oblivious to the entire time and space discontinuum.

All of which is making my brain (in this time, and in this place) spin, until I am quite dizzy, and I don't know whether I am here or there.

Which makes telling the story of Jeffrey The Timberwolf a formidable task.

I think I shall go lie down now, and finish telling you about Jeffrey later.

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