He had hundreds of little wooden animals all over his room. The door to his hut was open and the smell of fresh dried paint lingered in the air. His pelt was speckled with colors from his work. He simply stood there watching over his things.

He crafted them by claw and painted them by paw. Something he was proud of. Perhaps he could share them with the other kids? He sure hoped someone, kid or adult, would like them

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