"I'm looking for someone to take me to a Syrup Vine nest." said James.
"Why on earth would you want to go to a nest of those things? Just one of them is bad enough. And I keep hearing stories about other furs being turned into syrup-blimps because of those things."
"Yeah! That's the point!" James exclaimed. "Those things pump their victims full of syrup. They stretch out their victim's belly to impossible sizes with their syrup. So, if I can get a bunch of them to work their magic on me, then I might stand a chance against Matthew in the next eating competition."
"If you don''t pop." said William. "Or, if you don't pop, then you'll need help rolling your massive roo butt out of there."
"That's where you come in!" replied James. "All you have to do is get those things off of me before I get too big and get me out of there."
"Again, if those things don't turn me into a fox blimp. What kind of reward are you offering?"
James looked to the ground. "Well, I'm pretty broke right now. But if you help me and I defeat Matthew, then I'll promise you half my winnings. Promise!"
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