“Go on," said Twitter. “How's it gonna be. We gonna get a little place."

"We'll have a cow," said Elon. "An' we'll have maybe a pig an' chickens . . . . an' down the flat we'll have a . . . . little piece alfalfa- "

"For the rabbits," Twitter shouted.

"For the rabbits," Elon repeated.

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"But Mama!" I cried out. "Old Twitter's just saved your life! He's saved my life! He's saved Little Arliss' life! We can't--"

Mama got up and put her arm across my shoulders again. "I know, Son. But he's been bitten by a mad Elon."