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A squirrel named Zip McFlurry ran track without a worry~ he’d dash along the treetops with lightning in his tail. He trained with nuts for protein, his stride was crisp and clean, and every time the whistle blew he’d simply outrun the cheers and hails. The rabbits tried to pace him, the blue jays tried to chase him~ but Zip just grinned and shouted, Catch up if you can! For no one on the forest team could match his speedy gleam~ the champion of the woodland track, Zip McFlurry was a lean, mean running machine.
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