"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Will, happy birthday to you." Everyone is singing happy birthday to Will. It is Will's birthday party and he is 10 years old. His mother surprises him with a special gift. She gives him a Congo African Grey Parrot! He is so excited and gives his mother a huge bear hug. He names his parrot Congo. Congo is very tame and has been hand raised by a breeder in Oklahoma. His mother had the bird flown in from Oklahoma.
Congo and Will live in Africa. His mother works in Africa helping the people of Africa to get fresh clean water. Sometimes his mother will take him to work with her, and he gets to visit some of the local tribes in Africa. Africa is very different from The United States where they used to live. Will and his mother are from Oklahoma. Will always brings Congo with him when he goes to visit the tribes. The tribes have never seen a parrot that is tame before. They don't know what to think about Congo sitting on his shoulder. All the children want to hold Congo and pet him. Congo loves all the attention from the children. He also talks to the children, and they all start laughing. Congo gets very excited when he is around the children.
Will always takes pictures of the children and Congo together. One of the children gave him a necklace made out of shark's teeth. He loves his necklace. He gave the child a bunch of Congo's colorful feathers that he had been keeping. The children love feathers and make things out of them all the time.
Will has started a scrapbook of Africa. He tells his mother that he wants to go on an African safari so he can take pictures of the lions, zebras, elephants, and other wild animals in Africa. His mother promises him that she will take him on a safari soon.
Some of the children and adults from the tribe are getting ready to go down to the river. Will asks his mother if he can go with them. Since there are adults with the children, she lets him go to the river with them. All of the adults carry spears with them. When Will gets to the river, he looks across the river and sees a jaguar! A jaguar is a huge cat that is a type of panther. They are tan with black spots and are just beautiful. The jaguar is at the edge of the river and watching something in the water. Suddenly, the jaguar dives into the river and within minutes he comes up with a crocodile in his mouth! Will could not believe his eyes! He started taking pictures of the jaguar and the crocodile. The crocodile was fighting for his life, but the jaguar won. The jaguar dragged the crocodile up the riverbank with his powerful jaws. What an amazing thing to witness! He had never seen anything so exciting in his entire life.
Africa was such a wild adventure for Will. He loved living in Africa. He loved all the animals and birds. There were so many different kinds of colorful birds in Africa. He began taking pictures of all of the birds for his scrapbook of Africa.
Will's mother took him on a safari one afternoon as she had promised him. He had the time of his life. He saw so many wild animals and loved every minute of the safari. He didn't want the safari to end. He took photographs of a huge hippo in the river, an elephant with her baby elephant, six zebras and a huge lion. He got to witness the lion chasing a zebra! He saw a group of vultures gathered all around and eating something. They also saw a bunch of Cape Buffalo, African Rhino, hyena and giraffe. They saw a cheetah zip past them running super fast after an antelope. Then they disappeared into the bushes. They looked up into a tree and saw a beautiful leopard resting in the tree! They got to see a pretty red fox that was watching them closely on top of some large rocks.
While Will was visiting with some of the children of a local tribe, a woman from the tribe came running out and screaming something over and over. Then he realized she was screaming, "Mamba! Mamba!" One of the men from the tribe grabbed his spear and went after the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba is a huge poisonous snake of Africa and is one of the most dangerous snakes in Africa. Everyone in Africa fears the Black Mamba. The man killed the Black Mamba with his spear before it bit anyone. All of the tribe members began to cheer for him. Will watched them as they cleaned the snake and cooked him over an open fire. Then everyone ate the snake. They handed him a bite to taste it. He ate the piece of snake and he thought it was very good. Now he can say that he has eaten snake. He thought it tasted like chicken.
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“Let him go! No! stop! Pull him back in! Pull him back in!” yelled Jemma. She struggled but was firmly pinned against the rock face by Bollo. Jemma was up against the back wall of the walkway behind the waterfall. She watched helplessly as Todda and Jud held her best friend under the white torrent of water. Each of them was holding an arm and Gonga was spluttering and struggling to breathe, desperately trying to get out from under the force of the water. Todda and Jud were older and much stronger, so Gonga’s struggles were in vain. Bollo laughed even louder as Todda yelled, “Let’s see if we can wash this stain off once and for all!” referring to the white splash of hair in the centre of Gonga’s chest. He was the only gorilla in the entire band that had one, and was tormented mercilessly for it by Todda and his gang.
After school, Gonga met Jemma and they were enjoying a leisurely stroll past the three big boulders, under the old tree they affectionately knew as ‘Old Bow-Legs’ and up to the walkway behind the waterfall. It was easy to see why they nicknamed the tree because if you looked at it quickly out of the corner of your eye, it looked like a bow-legged old man. The walkway behind the waterfall was about halfway up the cliff, and enjoyed a good view over the pool and river at the bottom of the waterfall far below. As they were halfway through the walkway, the gang closed in – again! Todda had blocked the exit in front of them, while Jud and Bollo blocked the entrance behind them. As the three advanced on them, Todda yelled, “Time to wash you off, freak!” and grabbed him by the arms.
Now Gonga spluttered and gasped as the monumental force of the water knocked almost all the breath from his battered body. Gonga clung desperately to the ledge with his toes while Todda and Bollo stood laughing. Gonga was leaning back precariously, his chest, shoulders and face taking the full weight of the waterfall. Every time Gonga tried to pull himself back in, he was pushed backwards under the curtain of water again. Looking up, he could see the water falling down onto his chest like a relentless, white-water guillotine. He could vaguely hear yelling and laughter coming from the other side of the water curtain but was too scared to take much notice. Just as he thought he was about to die, he was yanked back through the heavy, stinging water and shoved up against the rock wall next to Jemma.
“Leave him alone, you cowards,” she screamed. Gonga’s legs felt like jelly, but Todda held him up, a vice-like grip around his throat.
“No boys. It looks like it’s permanent after all!” shouted Todda above the roar of the waterfall and punched Gonga on the white spot in his chest. Gonga slumped to the ground as Todda let him go.
Gonga ambled through the thick undergrowth down to a pool at the river’s edge. As soon as he arrived, he sat down and studied the water. He was the first to the water this morning, so he had to be extra careful. A few months ago a small gorilla had been caught by a crocodile, never to be seen again. Gonga sure didn’t want that to happen to him, so he scanned the water very carefully for any signs of movement. The adults had built a fence and placed it underwater at the back of the pool, but that was no guarantee of safety. He stood up and moved toward the water, but a movement in the trees above caught his attention and he stopped. He thought he had seen something grey coloured, and was just peering up when he glimpsed it again and a branch came crashing down into the pool. Just then, a huge crocodile jumped up out of the water, snapping its jaws loudly at the intrusion. The croc settled slowly back into the water, until only its eyes and snout were visible. It watched Gonga for a short while before turning around and heading to the back of the pool, where it swam straight out into the river and disappeared downstream.
Gonga waited until the pool was calm again, and thought about how lucky he was that the branch had startled the croc, checking his hands to see if they were still shaking. He threw a few pebbles into the brown, murky water, and said “the fence must be broken”, to no-one in particular. Once he was satisfied it was safe, he walked in up to his waist and, shivering slightly, started washing his face in the chilly water. “I wonder where my friends are?” Gonga thought to himself. “They’re normally here by now.”
Just then the water next to him exploded and he was absolutely drenched! Gonga jumped sideways and screamed loudly, thinking that the big croc had returned. He scrambled toward the side of the pool and looked back to see Todda in fits of laughter. Todda had swung out over the pool on a jungle vine, and bombed Gonga, landing in the water right next to him. Jud and Bollo were hiding behind a tree and howled with laughter at Gonga, who was still trying to wipe the water out of his eyes.
Todda and his two friends started pelting him with mud, saying to each other, “Aim for the white target, boys!” Just as Gonga was getting pelted, his friends came to his rescue. Splat! Splat! They peppered Todda and his gang with some of their own medicine. Thonk! Bollo howled as he was hit in the ear by a hard piece of mud.
“I didn’t know there was a stone in it! Honest!” said Jemma, but a sly little smile afterwards told Gonga and his friends otherwise. Jemma was always up to some sort of mischief!
“That’s enough!” shouted Mrs Brackengood, freezing everyone with her stern voice as she walked into a chaotic classroom. Everyone went silent, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Okay,” said Todda, casually throwing the hairpin over Jemma’s head, and out of the classroom.
Jemma’s eyes widened and, stepping on a log, launched herself high into the air to catch it, before it was lost forever. She caught the hairclip, but landed awkwardly on the side of a log. This sent her flying into the railing at the edge of the classroom. There seemed to be a split second where it held, but then the wooden posts shattered spectacularly, and Jemma dropped out of sight down the side of the cliff!
“No!” yelled Gonga, scrambling to the spot where Jemma had just disappeared. “Don’t go near the edge!” shouted Mrs Brackengood, but it was too late. Gonga was already flat on his belly, peering down the cliff face. He saw Jemma a little way down the cliff, her eyes wide with fear, clinging desperately to a narrow ledge with both hands. The broken railing made a nasty scraping noise, as it swung back and forth across the cliff face next to Jemma.
“Jemma, Are you okay?” yelled Gonga. Jemma nodded shakily as she clung to the ledge.
“Can you reach the railing?” called Gonga.
“No!” she grunted, breathing hard from her efforts. Gonga grabbed the broken railing and tried to swing it back and forth to reach Jemma. It was heavy and difficult to swing with just one hand. No matter how hard he tried, he was just not able to get it to swing close enough for Jemma to grab. The rest of the class was shouting encouragement, but it was just a vague background noise to Gonga and he was tiring out quickly. Just as he put all his effort into one last swing, he saw a grey arm appear from a crack in the rock face and give the railing an extra push in Jemma’s direction. Gonga was surprised, but only had time to think about it very briefly before the railing reached Jemma. She grabbed at it with one hand, the other still clinging desperately to the ledge. The wooden post snapped almost as soon as she grabbed it, sending the railing swinging wildly in the opposite direction. She scrambled and clung to the ledge again with both hands.
“Grab the leathervine part, Jem!” shouted Gonga. As the railing swung back toward Jemma, she grabbed one of the leathervines and wrapped it around her wrist. The railing jerked as its swing came to a sudden stop, almost pulling Jemma from her grip on the little ledge. She tested it to see if it would take her weight. There were loud cracking noises as the rest of the railing threatened to pull free from the cliff face.
Everyone in the classroom yelled, and Gonga shouted, “Help me! Grab the railing!”
Jemma looked at the mist-covered river below them and found that she couldn’t see the other bank. The mist enclosed their rope about halfway across the river.
She eyed this warily and said, “I’m chickening out. You go first!”
“Okay,” said Gonga with an adventurous twinkle in his eye. He climbed onto the vine, hanging upside down by his hands and feet. “Be careful!” said a nervous Jemma, but Gonga had already started across, their rope bouncing as he moved along. He was soon over the middle of the river and disappeared from Jemma’s view into the morning mist. All she could see was the bouncing of the rope. It gave a few big bounces and then went still for a while. Jemma’s heart almost stopped, but she heard no splash. The leathervine soon resumed its normal, gentle and rhythmic pattern of bounces. She waited anxiously for some signal to know that it was her turn. It was only once Gonga had disappeared into the mist that she thought about the fact that he didn’t have a safety rope in case he fell into the river.
Gonga’s heart was pounding as he moved hand over hand across the leathervine, despite his show of bravado in front of Jemma. Once he reached the middle of the river and was swallowed up by the mist, he found the vine even more wet and slippery. It was harder going now and he was straining to see through the mist. Suddenly a bird flew right past his face. It was such a shock that he instinctively put a hand up to protect his face and caused his other hand to slip off the wet vine. The vine bounced wildly up and down as he held on with his feet. He was hanging upside down over what he could only assume was the middle of the river, unable to see anything except for white mist. It had been great to see the mist over the river in the mornings, but now the mist was not so pretty anymore. Once the vine was still again, he slowly reached up and grabbed the vine with his hands again and started moving. He inched across through the mist, gripping the leathervine much harder than he probably needed to. He was relieved when he finally exited the mist, seeing that he was almost over land already. He sped up slightly and was soon in the branches of a large tree where he found the hook neatly lodged in the crook of two branches. Relieved, he sat there a short while, his chest heaving until he caught his breath.
Jemma waited anxiously on the other side of the river. There had been no splash and the leathervine had stopped moving now. She wondered if Gonga had reached the other side safely. Just then she heard a small splash. She couldn’t see anything except the ever-widening ripples where something had landed in the water below her.
I had no idea why I was there. I hadn’t done anything, apart from not handing in History homework. And talking too much in Maths. And pushing over Matthew after assembly. “I haven’t done anything.” I said.
Miss Simpson held up a letter by its corner, as if it were a disc of dog dirt. “Your parents have written to confirm you’re leaving.” She looked at me. “Tomorrow.” She peered over the top of her silver semi-circular spectacles, retained on a chain around her neck, as if they would ever dare to escape. She was clearly irritated by the thought of any child wanting to leave her school. Not just any school, but her school. Her narrow lips, tightly moulded hairstyle, sharp features and practiced flinty expression made my knees shake. “I have the letter here.”
“I think that’s wrong,” I ventured. “I’m not leaving; I’m staying here.”
While Dr. Psych sat and waited for his next patient, Tac realized it was time to have a little therapy session himself.
“Dr. Psych?” Tac called out.
Dr. Psych looked around the office, but didn’t see anyone.
“Down here.” Dr. Psych looked at the aluminum can sitting on his desk.
“My name is, Tac.” Dr. Psych jumped up and locked the door. It just wouldn’t look right for a Psychologist to be talking to a can.
“What’s the problem Tac?”
“My life.” he sobbed.
“Tell me about it,” he suggested.
He shivered at the thought of having to recall his past. He gazed longingly out the window.
“Well… it all started when I was born from Mama Bauxite.
It is starting to get dark and I am still lost. I am so hungry and thirsty. I am searching for a creek so I can at least get a drink of water. I have never been so hungry in my entire life. I feel like I am starving to death. I am getting weak. I dug a hole under the fence and escaped from my home. I have been roaming all around the streets and pastures in Sherman, Texas. One day, a young woman felt sorry for me and threw me a piece of ham. I finally found a creek and I am lapping up the water. The fresh cold water tastes so good. I don't see anything around the creek that I can eat. If only I could find something to eat. I guess I will just lay down here by the creek and spend the night. That way I can have a nice cool drink of water when I get up in the morning. I am sleeping now and having sweet dreams about eating lots of food. I wish I had a large bone for a snack too.
It is morning and I am drinking water at the creek again. Suddenly, a man appears with a huge net! He starts chasing me and catches me in his net! He is a dogcatcher. He takes me to an animal shelter in Sherman where I am put in a large cage with two Great Pyrenees dogs. I am a Great Pyrenees dog too, so I am sure glad to see them. I am very skinny because I haven't had enough to eat in so long. My bones are sticking out because I have lost so much weight. I am shaking because I am so scared. I don't know what is going to happen to me. There are lots of dogs that are in cages all around me.
The next day, a man comes and gets me. They give me some shots and return me to my cage. They give us all food and water to drink. I am so glad they gave me some food to eat. I ate every bite and I wanted more. I am starting to feel a little better, but I am still very scared. They weighed me and I only weigh 66 pounds! I should weigh 85 pounds!
Later that day, a woman comes to the shelter and starts looking at all the dogs. She comes over to my cage. She can tell that I am very scared. She starts talking to me. Then she reaches in and starts scratching me behind my ears and rubbing my head. I think she is nice. I like her. I wish she would take me with her and get me out of this place. Oh no! She starts walking away and then she leaves. I wonder if I will ever see her again. I sure hope so. Maybe she will come back for me.
Ten days go by and I am still at the animal shelter. It is very loud here because all the dogs are always barking. I hear someone walking up to my cage. I look up and suddenly I see the same woman who was so nice to me! I am so excited. I start wagging my tail. I am hoping she has come to take me home with her. Yes, she has! They open up my cage and put a leash on me. They hand the leash to her. She takes me outside so I can use the bathroom. She starts talking to me. Then she has me lay down and starts rubbing my chest. She gives me a large bone for a snack. After I eat my bone, she takes me inside the shelter so she can sign all the papers to adopt me! I can't believe I got my large bone I wished for!
Sugar ran out the front door to go to the barn. She was very excited because she was getting her two horses today. They were both Tennessee Walkers. One of the horses was black, and the other was white. She had to get the barn ready for her horses. She swept and cleaned the stalls out. Then she put out fresh food, water and hay in the two stalls. She had just finished when the horse trailer pulled up. Her horses were so beautiful! She named her white horse Jewel, and she named her black horse Stud. She had brought some carrots with her from the house. She gave each horse a carrot as a treat. They loved their carrots, and they ate every bite of them. She spent the rest of the day petting and brushing Jewel and Stud. She walked both of them all the way around the barn.
Her father had taken her to a horse farm the day before where she had picked out the horses she wanted. While they were at the horse farm, they got to witness a white foal being born! It was awesome! There was also a tiny black foal that was only two days old. Both of the foals were so adorable.
Sugar loved to go horseback riding, and she could not wait to ride her horses. She had always dreamed of having a black horse ever since she was a little girl. Now her dream had come true. She gave her father a big bear hug for buying her the two horses. They were his gift for her graduation from the ninth grade. She went to sleep that night and had sweet dreams about her two beautiful horses.
The next day, Sugar got up bright and early to begin doing her chores on the farm. She went to gather eggs from the chickens and feed them. She gathered all of the eggs and put them in a large bowl. She was hurrying so much that she dropped one of the eggs on the ground, and it busted open on the way to the house. She went into the house, and she washed all of the eggs. Then she put them in the refrigerator.
She had another chicken coop with several newly hatched chicks. Sugar walked out to that chicken coop and played with some of the fur babies. She thought they were the cutest little fur balls. Then she fed the chickens in that coop.
Sugar had a beautiful Collie named Biscuit who guarded the farm. She also had a huge spotted black and white Great Dane named Giant. She fed Biscuit and Giant their dog food and gave them fresh water. Biscuit and Giant protected everyone on the farm and all of the animals. She also had two donkeys named Pancake and Waffle that protected all of the animals from wolves, coyotes, and mountain lions. She fed Pancake and Waffle, and then she went to feed her two cats named Diamond and Stone. Diamond was a white cat with stunning green eyes, and Stone was a gray cat with pretty blue eyes.
Sugar had a white alpaca named Blondie. Blondie had the cutest face. The thick blonde curly hair on her head always made her look like she had just been to the beauty shop! She was very sweet and gentle.
She also had two goats. She had a black goat named Soda and a brown goat named Pop. She had a gray rabbit named Popsicle, and a black and white rabbit named Cookie. There was also a sheep named Buffy. There were four cows named Tic, Tac, Toe and Uno.
When an attempted hijacking rattles a sleepy California coastal town, teenage detectives Dalton Fraser and Maddy Kane spring into action. With the help of a super-smart dog and a trained U.S. Navy dolphin, the teens investigate mysterious clues that lead them to uncover a smuggling ring. After their story is declared unbelievable by the small-town sheriff, Dalton and Maddy form a daring plan to catch Nico, the notorious ringleader, and lead the sheriff to his arrest. But the plan backfires and the young teens find themselves in more trouble than they bargained for, and Nico doesn’t want witnesses!
Molly and Magnum are very attached to each other. They have been raised together. They are best friends. Molly is a Blue-And-Gold Macaw and Magnum is a Great Dane. Great Danes are huge! Magnum weighs 175 pounds. He weighs as much as a human! Magnum's father weighed 200 pounds! Now that is a big boy. The male Great Danes weigh a lot more than the females.
Molly talks to Magnum all the time because macaws can talk! Molly has learned how to say many words. Molly can even say, "Magnum." Molly loves Magnum, and they play together all the time. They keep each other company during the day while their owner is at work. They have been together for ten years.
Mindy bought Molly from a breeder in Oklahoma. Mindy was so excited to finally bring Molly home. Molly was hand-fed and hand-raised by the breeder. She was very tame and so gentle.
The breeder called Mindy and said, "You better come over right now! Molly is hatching out of her egg!" Mindy rushed over to the breeder's house so she could watch Molly hatch out of her egg. Mindy got there just in time to see it. That is when she fell in love with Molly. She took several pictures and even recorded a video. It was so exciting! After Molly hatched out of her egg, Mindy went to the breeder's house to visit as often as she could. She was able to hold Molly when she was just a few days old.
Mindy had always wanted a macaw. She even dreamed about owning one. Now her dream was coming true! She had always thought macaws were beautiful.
Mindy's house was full of fun and excitement now that she had Molly and Magnum. Mindy lived by herself and would get very lonely at times. Now, Mindy was never lonely or sad. Mindy had so much fun playing with Molly and Magnum. Mindy was teaching Molly new words. Molly is very smart and loves to talk. They both make Mindy laugh all the time.
Mindy always takes Magnum for a walk every night after she gets home from work. Everyone in the entire neighborhood loves to see Magnum when he is outside. The smaller children always come up to Mindy and ask her if they can ride Magnum like a horse! They beg her saying, "Please."
Macaws are members of the parrot family. They have large powerful beaks that can easily crack nuts and seeds. They also have beautiful long tails. They like a lot of attention and love to have their heads scratched. They also like cuddling. Macaws like to chew, so you have to give them plenty of toys to play with and to chew on. The Blue-And-Gold Macaws have five colors: yellow, blue, black, white and green.
One day, Mindy had to call a repairman to her house because her washer quit working. The repairman came and fixed Mindy's washer.
Late that night Mindy and Magnum were upstairs sleeping, while Molly was downstairs sleeping in her cage. The repairman came back to their house and broke in the back door! He had a cage with him and grabbed Molly. He shoved Molly in the cage. Molly started screaming! Then Molly screamed, "Magnum!" He took off running out the back door with her. Magnum had heard the burglar break in, and he also heard Molly screaming his name. Magnum took off racing down the stairs and chased after the burglar. There was no way Magnum would let this burglar steal his sweet best friend Molly. Magnum caught up to the burglar and pounced on him with all of his weight! The burglar fell to the ground and Magnum held him down. Mindy heard all of the noise and had already called the police. She came running out the back door and saw Magnum on top of the burglar! She yelled, "Good boy Magnum!" Every time the burglar tried to get up, Magnum started growling at him. The burglar was very scared of Magnum, so he stopped fighting. Magnum was very proud that he had saved Molly and was able to stop the thief. Molly was okay, but she was very shaken up. Her cage had fallen down to the ground and rolled over when Magnum pounced on the burglar. Mindy was glad that Molly was safe.
It is my first day at my new home in the country. I was a city kitty, but now I am a country kitty. My name is Callie, and I am a white Calico kitty. Calico means that my fur is spotted. I just love my new home. Everything is so different from where I used to live. There is so much land to run around and explore. I live in the small country town of Trenton, Texas. Years ago, it was known as "Wild Cat Thicket" because there were so many mountain lions and bobcats in this area.
The first thing I did was go exploring. Wow, what an adventure it was too. I looked across the field and saw a big black MONSTER! Further down the pasture were two more big brown monsters. They scared me, and I started growling at them. I didn't know what they were. I have never seen creatures like that. I asked my mommy what they were. She said, "It's okay Callie, those are just horses. They won't hurt you." I just stared at them and studied them for awhile. Then I noticed another brown monster on the other side of our land. It snorted at me!
I heard so many strange and unusual noises all around me. I wasn't sure what all these sounds were. I have never heard any of these sounds before. I asked, "What in the world is that loud noise?" My mommy stated, "Those are roosters." Then I heard another strange, yet different sound. I said, "Now what is that noise?" She replied, "Guineas." [Bahhhhh, Bahhhhh] Then I heard what sounded like a baby crying in the field across from us, but I couldn't see a baby anywhere. She said that noise was a goat. She said there was a goat farm across the field from us, and there are herds of goats.
I listened close to loud buzzing and chattering coming from all the trees around us. She said those are locusts, katydids and tree frogs. She said I would get used to them.
All of a sudden, this giant black horse came running across the back porch and came right up to me. Boy, it really scared me. I asked, "Are you a horse?" He said, "No, I'm not a horse, silly. I'm a dog." Callie remarked, "A dog? I have never seen a dog as big as you before." He stated proudly, "My name is Peanut. Yep, I am BIG, BLACK and BAD to the bone. I weigh almost 100 pounds! I am part bloodhound and part Labrador Retriever. I'm not just any old dog you know, I am a guard dog. I have a very keen sense of smell. I can smell something coming this way for miles, way before you can even see it. I can also track scents. I am very talented, and I do tricks too. Just wait until you hear me bark. I have a ferocious bark. You don't have to be scared of me. I am your new big brother. I will protect you from the coyotes and other animals that come around here. I will never hurt you, but there is one thing I must warn you about. Never try to eat my food. If you ever do then I will get VERY MAD at you, so don't ever try it." I said, "Okay, okay. I promise." Peanut sniffed me, and we became friends right away.
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