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uddenly the soil gives a trembling heave, and a dark-brown tendril, like
the beginnings of a bean-vine, erupts from the crumbled dirt.
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As the skunk gazes in rapture, the tendril shoots skyward, thickening and
bursting leaves along its length. After a few more moments, strange
teardrop-shaped buds appear in the axils of the leaves, colored silver,
and with a smile and a coo of delight, the skunk begins to eagerly pick
the buds, knowing (as all chocoholics do) that the best time to eat magical
chocolate is before the buds are fully ripe. She peels off the
inedible outer layer and pops the first savory nugget into her cute little
maw, chomping away in a transport of bliss.
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Suddenly, from behind the hedge, comes a raucous war-cry, and a hyena with
wild blond hair and crazed blue eyes comes leaping through the undergrowth.
"MINE! MINE! MINE!" she yelps, reaching her paws toward the
chocolate-tree.
The little skunk, totally unflustered, turns and raises her tail...
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