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Just something a little light...enjoy
MARTI THE MOUSE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marti, a mouse of discerning taste, strung his hammock. not of woven reeds, nor silken thread pilfered from a sleeping giant's beard, but dandelion floss, a sun-bleached tapestry between two golden towers. He wrestled the fluff, a Herculean feat for one so small, tied knots with nimble paws, cursing only slightly when a rogue seed tickled his nose. Now, he swung, a furry pendulum in a field of green, eyes half-closed, whiskers twitching at the buzzing of a bee.
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