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The Small Feline


Instinct taught him ,he became the brilliant cat he is the bony that is always excited to run spirits to fill in numbers to humiliate death he plays with anything in way and precise the fun hating vegetables hence was born to climb believing never to miss ,as to calculate a mouse he can’t stand a dog but likes to warn to slime if he finds no food then must evacuate a house in a place where it is enough high in cold it feels poor the sweet sound we help him if just for this we laugh why a little bit show off animal to beat round flexibility of a warrior and a symbol of shape you like to barely see his speed to punch he wants to stay just as a simple or escape an eternal enemy always is with to launch he is not a lion but a smaller another feline a cute , he stretches but not a very faithful dogs are more trustful as a matter in line dogs do not but the rats appear hateful .
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