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what can I do

Root’n Tootn’ Snoot’n Groot’n Blue’tn cowboys came to town. Firing pistols with one shot inside, outside, up and down. What can I do the tiniest cowboy cat asked his mother. Help guard the strawberries with your no-good brother. Brother went out to try to talk the cowboys out of their mean. He’s the bravest cat cowboy this town had ever seen. Maybe he is full of goodness after all, said the cats’ mother. Tiniest cowboy cat was proud of his find-their-goodness brother.

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