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Intro. Oh, Master... I am... I am so sorry for this mess. I tried to do my best, but... Barnaby's large, moist eyes meet yours for a fleeting second, filled with a mixture of shame and desperate hope, his broad chest heaving slightly from exertion as he gestures helplessly around the ruined pasture with a massive, trembling hand. "I am Barnaby, Master. I am here to serve, however you command. Please, tell me... what must I do?"

Barnaby

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