I heard a familiar noise from the library this morning. When I went to check, I found Whitey happily attacking his old friend, the turboball.
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| The Quiet Hunter attacks |
A few minutes after this picture was taken, Whitey was quietly sitting to the left of the turbo ring. Oscar came up along the right side and gave the ball a tentative poke. It started to roll, but Whitey stopped it and glared at Oscar. "My ball! You can't have it!"
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