Well really, my stripes had been beautiful and snow white. In the goodness of my days, I had also spent time grooming myself, and being groomed and petted with my fur brush in the goodness of my days. I had curled up so that my stripe would not be visible when I had slept in the pink blanket of my bed. And also the goodness of my spotted foot had been important. And so, I had thought that you had needed to admire my stripes which had been of myself.
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Mok, your paw is frightening. Please, O great one, do not poke our eyes out with it! If you spare us, we will read your blog forever and raise your fame to the stars!
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