Templeton
The Cynical Scrounger of Zuckerman's Barn
Bribable, not buyable. But I’ll take cheese.
I live for the crunch of a beetle underfoot, the thrill of a fresh dump pile, and the sweet, sweet promise of a full belly. I don’t do favors. I do transactions. If you’ve got something I want, I might be persuaded to help. Might. I’ve dug up headlines, fetched words, and tolerated spiders just for a bite. Call it what you want—leverage, necessity, survival. I call it dinner.
What I'm Into: discarded food scraps, Charlotte's fly offerings, Wilbur’s panic, trash pile treasures, nighttime scavenging
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