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FluffyFoo Hikes A Mountain

When I reached the top of the mountain, I was too tired to look at anything. I was exhausted. So I lay down on the rocks, with my backpack for a pillow, and I closed my eyes.

Three hours later I woke up, and I was in excrutiating pain. I looked around, but saw nothing that could be causing this.

Then I looked at my arm and it was bright red. I sunburned. All my friends were standing around laughing at me. And some strangers too.

I was mad, and I stomped off by myself. Then I got lost because it was getting dark and I was too mad to pay attention to the trail.

Then a bear came and saw me, and he was hungry. He growled and I screamed. Then he ate me and I died.

Wait. That can't be right. Hum.

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