The next week

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On Monday I had breakfast and set our to find print and her kits. I climbed and climbed to see the cave, but with no eyes. But I heard a sound. -'A-choo!-

O, my bby print was sick! I ran inside, put her in the net with a blanket, hurried down the mountain and to the vet's.

I was worried the kits would get sick, too, so I brung them home and nursed them. In about two hours print came back, a bag of medicine in her jaws. I gave it to her, urgent not to let her die. So I stayed up all night watching her to see if she would be okay.

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