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THE NOCTURNALS

next spurt of water. But alas—no more came. The trickle had come to an abrupt halt.

“What? Qué? Quoi?” The sugar glider pounded his fist on the stone, urging the water to flow. But all that seeped from the crack was a fine mist of dust that settled on his nose and prompted a sharp, high-pitched sneeze.

“This is unacceptable, unsatisfactable, un-stinking-fair!” Bismark sputtered, stomping his feet in outrage. He turned to Tobin. “You think that one little droplet is enough for this breathtaking body…this fabulous physique?” The sugar glider flexed his small muscles. Then, he spun on his toes in a circle, attempting to show himself off.

“Um….” Tobin’s voice trailed. There was no use in telling Bismark that, judging by size alone, he didn’t need that much water.

“Really, compadre, in the name of the night,” Bismark continued, “why did you steal all the water from your best and most brilliant amigo, hmm?”

“Oh goodness…I…I didn’t even have one—” Tobin stopped when he heard soft footsteps nearby. He knew the sound of those paws. The pangolin turned toward the brush. Sure enough, a fox emerged with a quiet rustle. It was his friend Dawn.

Immediately, Bismark scampered alongside the

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