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Grousing Griping Animal Band

The animals took turns being leader of the band. Today it was squirrel's turn, he marched onto our land. The fox was pouting, for he said he never got a turn. This made the moose mad, he did a slow burn. They each need to be the leader, the tiny mouse said. The bear stuck out his tongue, the fox turned all red. I should be the permanent leader, hoot owl argues. The moose got annoyed, and began clinking his shoes.

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