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... ling to chew on roots, occasionally letting out a few complaint-filled bleats, obviously dissatisfied with nature’s offering for their meal.
An uncle, wearing a woolly hat, had a somewhat darkened face that conveyed a certain helplessness.
At the foot of the slope was a grassy Pool Lake, which during rainy seasons saw a stream flowing down from the top of the slope, filling the whole slope with lush grass and even making a sight of blooming flowers, before all the water finally p ...
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