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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
Pluto's more like the kid who was invited to sit at the grown ups table at Thanksgiving every year for the last 75 years and it didn't even occur to him that there'd be anywhere else for him to sit. His cool uncle invited him to use the good china and eat with real forks. And one of his cousins always made sure that he got a half a glass of wine, too. It wasn't until a rules oriented, kid hating grandmother noticed him sitting there that anyone cared.
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The thing is, that grandmother saw his three brothers and sisters peering in through the dining-room window, with a "why not me, too" look on their faces. Except their faces were dirty, and pockmarked, and the sisters and brothers kept running around in odd directions. So rather than invite them in, she told pluto to run along with the other rapscallions.
