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Keithan The Moth
It started as an ordinary day in the pen. I stood up, and waddled around until I felt a icy drop on my nose. It was sprinkling. I flew over to a tree and curled up under it. Then, a weird, brown, butterfly landed on my head. I shook it off, and it landed before me on a branch. Baa. It wiggled its wings and flew in a circle. Baaa. I stood up, and copied it, flying in small semi-circles as it did. Baa. Just then, lighting struck the tree. I flew away and then fell to the ground in shock. Thud. Baa. Then, I cautiously waddled to the tree, and there, in a pile of black ash on the ground, was the moth. Baa.
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