He is quite manic, never staying still for more than a few seconds, and always pursuing his food to the exclusion of all else, running straight into peril, and then going straight back for more. He briefly pauses when one of Foghorn's schemes has them both shorn of their fur and feathers, which are compacted into stacks of hay they must now wear, prompting one of Foghorn's famous jokes about having his feathers numbered for just such an emergency. But if Foghorn is down and out, the weasel is not; he is seen still running around looking for food in the irised-out void after the cartoon is finished, still in his hay-fur-suit. He is so crazed, even Foghorn's smooth-talking manipulation can only guide him for moments at a time.
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| - He is quite manic, never staying still for more than a few seconds, and always pursuing his food to the exclusion of all else, running straight into peril, and then going straight back for more. He briefly pauses when one of Foghorn's schemes has them both shorn of their fur and feathers, which are compacted into stacks of hay they must now wear, prompting one of Foghorn's famous jokes about having his feathers numbered for just such an emergency. But if Foghorn is down and out, the weasel is not; he is seen still running around looking for food in the irised-out void after the cartoon is finished, still in his hay-fur-suit. He is so crazed, even Foghorn's smooth-talking manipulation can only guide him for moments at a time.
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| - He is quite manic, never staying still for more than a few seconds, and always pursuing his food to the exclusion of all else, running straight into peril, and then going straight back for more. He briefly pauses when one of Foghorn's schemes has them both shorn of their fur and feathers, which are compacted into stacks of hay they must now wear, prompting one of Foghorn's famous jokes about having his feathers numbered for just such an emergency. But if Foghorn is down and out, the weasel is not; he is seen still running around looking for food in the irised-out void after the cartoon is finished, still in his hay-fur-suit. He is so crazed, even Foghorn's smooth-talking manipulation can only guide him for moments at a time.
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