When I was a boy in Fort Walton, I had a pet walrus. It was a stray that we found on the beach and couldn't make go back in the water to join its pod. Walruses travel in pods, by the way... We named her Pales after the Roman god of cattle. She slept in our garage and we fed her tomatoes and marshmallows, mostly, along with any fish I could catch. She grew to weigh nearly 700 pounds, but she wouldn't hurt a flea...
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