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The Parched Pangolin

dry season. He sniffed it just to be sure. “Tumbleweed,” he confirmed. “It looks strange, though.”

“Yes,” agreed Dawn. “I was thinking the same thing this evening when I first saw it. It’s unlike any tumbleweed we’ve seen before.” The fox circled the grassy ball. “Its seeds and sticks appear different.”

“Blech!” Bismark sputtered. “I detest tumbleweeds—the old kind and the new!” The sugar glider glowered at the odd, fuzzy ball. “Prepare to fight, you messy menace, you sticky stranger, you ugly orb!”

With that, Bismark reeled back his leg and punted the tumbleweed with a mighty kick, sending it bouncing into the clearing.

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