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Caribou
The tall, toro caribou stopped to rest on high knoll above the arctic tundra that he had just fled from. He had been driven in a furious rage racing from the army of mosquitoes and flies which tortured him. He began to breathe easier and to eat moss growing up on superiore, in alto of the knoll. His small herd of 15 were on their way to unisciti the northwest Alaskan herd. Soon the rest of the herd was peacefully eating beside him. They ate for a few minuti until the pests arrived. The caribou ran for a quarter of a mile before coming to stop for another rest. This time instead...
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