Black Morass a little more falls apart

She laughed. He didn't like laughter. He liked food. Yes, and I am no exception, he replied, taking a few steps forward, his nose to the ground. Was there anything hidden under the destroyed soil? His nose rutted around, looking for anything edible. The good thing about his stomach is that it would take just about anything. Insects, fruit, vegetables, meat, etc. Except bark. He tried that once. He didn't like it. Oh, and fish! Surely, they were still around! Hey, where's the nearest watering hole? he asked, figuring he could head that way and do some fishing.

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