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Trapped

night. I could barely even see through it!”

As Cora spoke, another piece of the odd tumbleweed rolled into the den.

“Goodness, it’s everywhere,” Tobin remarked.

Bismark scrunched his face in disgust. “I’ll handle this one,” he said. The sugar glider reeled back his puny leg. Then he kicked at the tuft of dried grass, plant stalks, and prickly fluff—but the ball clung to his foot. “Blech! Get it off me!” he shouted.

The sugar glider shook his foot in the air, flinging off most of the dry, grassy pieces. But one stick remained caught in his toes. “Oh no you don’t!” he muttered. Bismark bent over and pawed at his foot. “Be gone!” he cried. “You nasty, icky, annoying, ugly…. Hmm.” Suddenly, Bismark stopped his rant, tilted his head, and gazed down at the tumbleweed twig.

“This is actually a pretty fine stick,” he said, plucking it from his toes. He swung the stick to and fro. “It’s like a sword,” he mused, “or a scepter!” Bismark thrust it into the air and proudly lifted his chin. “This stick really suits a royal creature like moi.” Holding the stick high, the sugar glider marched a few paces, enjoying his regal act. Then, satisfied with his show, he tucked the stick in his flap for safekeeping. “Yes, a very fine stick indeed,” he murmured.

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