[Freddy gets up on his hands and knees. The pants keep his jeans from getting damp at least. Shake shake shake. He shakes that floppy haired head much like a dog.]
I'm alright. I think. Cold. [Now he grabs a hold of that big paw to hoist himself up.]
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I'm alright. I think. Cold. [Now he grabs a hold of that big paw to hoist himself up.]