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red friend was STILL not convinced. Kisses had thought his advertising had been pretty solid, but she seemed still a skeptical customer. She wanted him to eat first, he shrugged his little weasel shoulders and in a jolly tone replied, Ok! He then turned to the sap and got back to reaching. He stretched his paws out, then has an idea! He can climb! Duh, silly Kisses. He grabbed onto the bark and hoisted himself up closer to the sap, sticking his hind legs in some crevices for footholds and now he was able to lick at the sap!

His little pink tongue eager lapped at the sugary goo, and his tail shivered with delight. He looked back to the red girl, See? Food! he said gleefully, turning back to lick some more.