Autumn has grown old...
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Mom! Look!
Ah, snails! They are huddling together to get through the winter.
Honey, let’s leave them alone, okay? They’ll wake up when it’s warmer.
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Okay. But did you see? There’s a dead cricket lying next to them.
Do you think they know each other?
Yeah. They must have been friends.
- The End -