The little squirrel never hesitated; they have jumped on the trunk of the pine trees, branches, quickly a root a root to bite on hang it on the loose pine rose. Loose by bite later, rose to fall on the ground the piles, panting, pessimistic under the sun waiting of death arrival. Old pine tree freed surrounded by Lola, pine, arms and legs movements for a few deep breaths, all comfortable feel. After a tense fight, although tired after lather, however, the joy of the victory but make them forget the fatigue and hunger.
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