Story by Tintin
THE STORY
OF TINTIN
The Little Red Squirrel
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As I was laying there
in the cold, wet grass,
I could hear humans
talking in the background.
The humans went away,
so mom could come to me,
but I was too badly wounded
for her to do anything.
She had no choice
but to return to my siblings.
I was so scared, I was all alone.
It was so cold in the wet grass
and the pain in my chest
it was unbearable.