How often should one let one's Hyde out for a walk?
Just the thought sounds dreadful & unacceptable, right?
But, then again, how many beasts are made more docile by being caged, denied, and disavowed?
It can't be many.
One never learns the rules of care and feeding for one's Hyde.
"Just chain the poor thing up in the attic, and hope it doesn't claw its way through the roof."
Most people will say, "I don't have a Hyde."
They're the most adorable of all -
like kids who think brown cows make chocolate milk.
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