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"A Muddy Escapade" by mckinleybooksfan
The wind ruffled her fur, and she could smell a mud puddle beckoning. Eyes closed, the baby Lupe followed her nose to the edge of the puddle. After she dipped a toe in, the Lupe paused. The mud puddle offered many possibilities, all of which seemed enormously appealing...

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