I run in the ball.

I stop to see where I am.

Now I run again.

 

 

 

 

 

It is the nature

of teeth to challenge the hand.

Stroke me. I won't bite...
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

sunflower seed. sort.

millet seed. kernel of corn.

raisin. wheat. sort. sort.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pouch enables

the seasons to pass me by.

I dream and I chew
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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