Later That Night

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Knowing Smoo he was probably huddling against the horse food wall for warmth. Probably burned from a day's worth of sun with no mud with the moon shining down on him like a spotlight. Presenting Poor Smoo as a tempting target for any kind predator that might happen upon him alone and barely protected. Preheated. Tenderized.

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