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Tent

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Nothing left to sleep in.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I get sort of crazy when I don't sleep.

It's fortuitous I was not in it at the time.

Its restorative properties are quite intriguing.

Great! Just great...

A cool, dry place to catch some Zzz's.

I say! Where shall I sleep now?

Rather crude, but it will have to do.

A good night's sleep, up in smoke.

For roughing it.

It has been razed.

Sleep this night, and prepare for battle on the morrow.

That's a bit burned for my taste.

That's a bit rustic for my taste.

The fire destroyed it.

It's way past our bedtime!

A preview of the fires of Hell.

Sleep is but a preview of death.

Glad I wasn't in it at the time.

Nothing more therapeutic than sleeping in some spiderwebs.

Ms. Wickerbottom

It wasn't doing me much good anyhow.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Sleeping in there would give me a stiff neck.

'TIS FWOOSHED

WILBA SLEEP 'NEATH THE STARS

Well, I've still got my badges.

I got all the badges in Girl Scouts.

Nothing left to nap in.

It is time for a mighty nap.

I don't think it can still be considered a tent.

I'm used to sleeping in worse.

Thet's whut ye get fer trustin' yer snoozes ta land.

I prefers a water bed.

Turned to ash

Little home

UNSATISFACTORY CONDITIONS FOR REBOOT

I CAN REBOOT IN THERE