Walking along, smiling and gazing with wonder at the birds flying from one tree to another, the squirrel running down and across the street and the cars dodging and weaving around her "hmm..? What is this?" she bends over, her long purple tongue whips out to grab a pinecone; she munches on it for a moment before spitting it back out in disgust "Ahhm"..."bleh"..."yummy it is not"..."must aquire hydration" she sticks her tongue out, looking around for a source of water to rinse her mouth out
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27/06/2024