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"Where are you going?" said the owl to the mouse.

Startled, the mouse replied, "Out of the darkness, to feed my loved ones," hurrying on its way.

The owl stretched out its wings far and wide. Its huge wing span suddenly blocking out the moonlight rising where the sun had left.

"They will have to wait," owl said to the mouse.

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