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A sprightly little squirrel named Drew sat under a moon that was oddly blue, and as its glow soaked through the night, it dyed his furry body a dazzling hue. He blinked, he twitched, he gave a chirp, for blue is bold and far from meek~ but Drew, now bright as midnight skies, felt rather dapper, quite unique. He scampered up a maple tree, declaring, “Look! Just look at me!” The forest gasped, for never yet had anyone seen such tint on a squirrel so free. And now when moonlight turns to blue and paints the nighttime’s silver view, the squirrels all gather, hoping too for a moonlit moment to change their fur to blue.
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