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| |||||||||||||||||||| | Joey waddled back to the forest feeling sad. Suddenly, he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said a chipmunk peeking out from the grass. "That's alright. My name is Joey. Would you like to play?" asked Joey with a gleam in his eye. "No. I don't have time. I have to gather grass for my nest," said the chipmunk as he scurried off toward a tree. |