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Road Trip
“Last call for luggage! Last passenger call!”
Max’s children couldn’t help but laugh. Dad did this every time they went on a trip.
Max looked around the room. Four backpacks, two children, one wife. Check, check and check. He listened to the scratches outside. There was wildlife around tonight.
“Ok troops, let’s get going. Be careful out there.”
The mouse family headed out on their nightly trip to the fridge. It was always a wonder that they came back alive
Published 28th Apr 2020
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