If this thing keeps moving it will make me think that it is preparing for a predatory attack. I thought I might roll it in a piece of oilcloth, but the tentative sound of its hissing weakened my determination. So, instead, I jumped down from my rock perch and began picking rose mallow flowers, carefully balancing myself on my two wooden legs.
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