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THE NOCTURNALS

amber eyes were fixed on something in the distance. “Do you see that?” she asked. She pointed to some roundish objects.

Tobin squinted, trying to see what they were, but his eyesight was poor. “Oh goodness,” he said with a sigh. “I see something out there. But it all just looks fuzzy to me.”

“Exactly,” said Dawn. A gust of wind began to blow. As its speed picked up, the fuzzy spots Tobin had seen moved closer. At once, Dawn bolted toward them. “I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder.

“What is she doing?” asked Tobin. “What’s that she’s running to?”

“I hate to admit it, amigo,” said Bismark, “but I don’t know. It appears that this despicable dryness has taken its toll on the sheen of my coat and on my eyesight! It’s all a blur, I tell you. A fuzzy blur!” He craned his neck. “Though my lovely Dawn remains clear as ever.”

Starry-eyed, Bismark kept his gaze fixed on the fox until she returned with a tan, hay-like ball about the size of a large pumpkin. With her snout, the fox gently nudged it toward her two friends.

Tobin smiled. His eyes hadn’t failed him after all! It was fuzz—or a tumbleweed to be more precise. He should have known: tangles of it entered the valley each ________

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