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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun burnt down on the small group struggling across the beach. They were mainly squirrels, with one rather tubby hare. &amp;quot;Might be time for a bite of tucker, wot wot!&amp;quot; he said. The squirrels sighed, their lack-lustre coats burnished red in the setting sun. &amp;quot;No, Thyme, you just had lunch!&amp;quot; said the apparent leader, a large male squirrel with harsh amber eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Come on, Roki.&amp;quot; said a small, pretty female squirrel, her brown eyes wide with exhaustion. &amp;quot;Let Thyme have something!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I won&amp;#039;t!&amp;quot; cried Roki, whirling on her. Softening his tone, he continued. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot; With one pitiful gesture, he shook the food sack upside down. A few crumbs dropped out, and that was it. &amp;quot;See, Artegal!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;We should never have come on this god-forsaken journey.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot; screeched the hare, leaping on the empty food sack. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re all just going to blinking die???&amp;quot; Thyme, son of [[Tamello De Fformelo Tussock]] and [[Pasque Valerian]] sat down wailing. And that was when it happened. A vermin dagger came whipping from behind the dunes, stabbing Roki. And suddenly, Artegal and Thyme were the only ones left. A harsh, sharp voice broke through the darkness. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re lucky, me pretties.&amp;quot; it said. &amp;quot;I ran out of daggers...&amp;quot; Artegal and Thyme ran, tears flowing freely down their faces. Now, in the space of a moment, they were alone...&lt;br /&gt;
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