Otter had no choice.
He was held down by a traitor, He ratted and crowed on his girlfriend,
but only after she sang like a canary, all of it, lies, lies, lies. The leader had lizard eyes, cold, with only
one thing in mind. How to get to the
meat of the matter Where was that illusive prize? The otter had squirreled the treasure
away. But that would not stop the others
from looking for it. The mole sniffed
around and wormed his way into the
den of vampire bats, who were ready to taste the blood of the little white-tailed rabbit. The mole watched, still unseen, as the rabbit began to scream "I am tired of this cat and mouse
game!" The wolf who'd chased the
rabbit into the cave finally grew bored and went away. The mole saw this and ran out of the
cave, followed by the rabbit, it was his
lucky day. But back to the hunt, where
was the otter Did he really have the
treasure?
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