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| One day while out gathering nuts and seeds in a sheltered place, Mouse saw a big, juicy grape just right for picking. It was hanging on the vine just out of her reach. Her mouth watered in eager anticipation of having this grape for here meal. Yet she remained frozen in place by fear. Visions danced through her mind of her being snatched up in hawk�s talons, being flown off to his nest and fed, bit by bit, to his ravenous children. Mouse felt her little knees begin to buckle with the vision of being playfully tossed around by fox before being swallowed with a quick gulp. |
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