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With Whip's foot finally free from his single toothed terror of a brother and his position at the top of the brother pile secured, he could finally allow himself to drift back into a sound sleep. A final yawn passed his lips. Content, the newly crowned king of the hill accepted his reign and dominion over his brothers with a wirethin smile.

All was right with his world, and soon, Whip was carried away on the wings of sleep.