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title: 00061
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created: Mon, 06 Feb 2023 09:59:55 -0700
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updated: Mon, 06 Feb 2023 09:59:55 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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### 00061 {#00061}
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Alex the Octopus and Inky the Noogle stand on a tree branch as wide a
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street in the heart of the great white upside-down forest.
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A cry of anguish and anger echoes through the forest, and the
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branches below you sway and rustle as something rises up from the
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depths. You keep catching a glimpse of scarlet between the silvery
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white leaves.
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The large black ravens perched below you scream in agitation and fly
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up past you to the thicker branches up above, where they hop side to
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side and loudly scold and protest the disturbance. A single black
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feather the length of your hand settles to the ground at your feet,
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knocked loose during their flight.
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You finally see the fearsome beast crashing through the branches
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below you. Its crazed, yellow eyes as large and round as dinner
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plates, a great eight-legged rodent leaps from branch to branch as it
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swiftly ascends. It is a bloody, crimson red. Its long tufted ears
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lay flat against its elongated, grinning skull. Its ribbon-like tail
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twitches as it trails along behind it like a river of blood. It cries
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out again in anger, showing its overgrown incisors, and grinds and
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gnashes its back teeth.
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Its eyes bore into you with wild fury and blind madness as it climbs.
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"She's not herself," sighs the chipmunk, suddenly at your side once
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more. When you look down at the chipmunk, however, it has suddenly
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turned into a small featureless black turtle with a sticky sweet roll
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instead of a shell. Its smooth little head pokes timidly out of the
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roll.
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"The Red Squirrel," laments the turtle. "She's being ridden by a
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ghost. An angry ghost who isn't from here. Somebody left the door
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open, and it blew in on the breeze." The turtle's voice trails off
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until its final words are barely a whisper.
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You can still feel two currents tugging at you and trying to pull you
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under. One inward toward your host's deep, core memories. And the
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second pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.
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You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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