The Grizzwells by Bill Schorr for March 24, 1995

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Butterfly: Whoa! That's some bad case of hay fever you got there... Tucker: That was not a sneeze...that was my blood-curdling roar! GROWWRFF!! Butterfly: Needs more curdling... Tucker: It's pointless... Tucker in his head: Sigh...I don't think I'm cut out for this predator stuff... Tucker in his head: To be successful, humans write novels...explore space...build 'pizza huts'... Tucker in his head: ...But what do I have to do to make my mark in the world? Tucker in his head: Eat Bambi's mother...