I had been sitting on a log in the haunted woods, trying to find inspiration for a spooky story, when I heard the most eerie howl cut through the night. I followed the sound in hopes of seeing a wild Bolimo. As I stumbled through the woods, I started hearing what seemed to be strangled yelps. Eventually, I came to find a yellow Bolimo entangled in a mess of vines. He whimpered as he struggled to free himself from the twisty trap. His golden fur was matted with thorns and there were even some that had lodged themselves in his muzzle, ears, and paws! As I approached, more sharp thorns tugged at the poor creature's coat as he struggled to distance himself from me. I set my book and pen on the ground and spoke in a gentle voice, "It's okay, you're okay. Just sit tight while I try to get you out." At first, the frightened Bolimo curled his lips in a snarl, baring his long, sharp, fangs. However, he soon came to realize that I wasn't a threat and relaxed as I carefully removed the vines and thorns. I expected him to bolt as soon as he was on his feet again, but he came right up to me and nuzzled my hand! "I'm so glad I could help. I have to go now, though. I promise you'll be in my story!" As I made my way out of the dark woods, the Bolimo wouldn't leave my side. I tried everything to get him to go back where he belonged, but it was useless. I brought him home that day, fed and washed him, and we have been together ever since! I named him Tokiro after the Bolimo my great grandfather owned long ago, but that is another story for another time.
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