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@FrostPoem

In the moonlight, everything looked gray, but my brother smelled no threats. The only voices on the wind were frogs’.

“Let’s set up and go to sleep,” Horatio said. “We’ll have a big breakfast in the morning.”

We assembled our traveling village of pup tents, and Ollin bounded toward the tallest tree. An irritated pangolin rolled out of his way. The second moon set and the third climbed. I wriggled gratefully into my sleeping bag and fell asleep to a proud frog chorus.
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