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This is the home of the Womble.
Wellington is in a warm cosy spot by the fire. He has a waitrat on his shoulder, which he has been tending back to health after it caught the flu off a patron.

He found it trying to use kitchen supplies to make a roly-poly pudding around a baby demonic bunny, who was putting up with it mostly out of curiousity.

As he goes about his work picking up lost kitchen items from under and around the tables, you may find him by your feet, or hear the waitrat sneeze from his shoulder.

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Courage had a bone by the fire. He heard the sneeze of the poor rat.

"Raw ruu." he said nicely.

Wellington jumps. Oh my, a dog.

"Hallo."

Courage waved with a smile.

"Herro."

"I-I'm Wellington." Wellington says. "This is Work Experience Waitrat."

He's never seen a pink dog before.

"Courage," said Courage. He held out a paw.

Wellington shakes the paw.

"I haven't seen you here before."

"Badda bada ruu badda," said Courage, "Radda ra."

Basically, things have been happening around home.

"I don't understand." Wellington says. "Could you maybe draw a picture?"

Curage nodded his head and brought out a crayon and a stack of paper and began to sketch out what had been happening around the farm house.

"You live on a farm..." Wellington says. "What's that thing?"

Courage nodded.

"Uhhu," he said.

Then he looked at the scribble. "mmmm"

He managed to change shape into a bigfoot.

Wellington jumps, and has to catch the rat.

"Lumme!"

Courage pretended to be a bigfoot and stomped around Boom boom boom, "grrrr."

Then he popped back into this normal shape and drew a some fruit and the word friend.

Wellington is cowering nervously under the table.

Courage made a small whiny noise. He left and retuned a short while later with tea and cookies for all three of them.

"Oh, I say, thank you." Wellington says.

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