Wild Berry Meadow hey soul sister

All at once, he stumbled, grunting, but fall, he did not. Upon realizing that the thing that had just body-slammed into him was a wolf, his feathery tail was up in a wag and his sunlight eyes shone with the potential of making a new friend. 

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The man, as it happened, was also terrible at hunting rabbits, too. Why would he need to? Tuna and the other delightful coyotes always gave him his dinner. And he always said thank you. Because that was always so very nice of them.

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Hi! I'm Haizel! Who're you? he inquired.