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These were the thoughts of the rare cat when she carefully seized her cub by the scruff of the nape and took it to her new hiding place. Her instinct urged her to change her whereabouts often. Then she leapt out of her lair and disappeared into the thick forest... All her friends were back: the pelican, the cuckoo, the stork. The slow tortoise was even there too! She was up from her deep sleep, and like every animal in the forest, she was welcoming the spring. |
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