A Peek Out the Foxhole
“I am going to peek out the foxhole!” The squirrel told his troop.
“Don’t call it that!” screeched Finicky Farlane, spilling his soup.
Seriously, it is called that for real, Finicky, said Sergeant McBeal.
They should rename it then, Farlane said, spilling the rest of his meal.
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