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A squirrel sits on its haunches, nibbling a small, wild apple. The grass is high and the squirrel is half obscured. Its head rises above the blades, eyes glinting and ever-watchful.
There are hawks about.
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A squirrel sits on its haunches, nibbling a small, wild apple. The grass is high and the squirrel is half obscured. Its head rises above the blades, eyes glinting and ever-watchful.
There are hawks about.