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Meek and Stiffy halted a half block away, breath whistling in their throats. The Prowler's tail, protruding from the hole in the side of the plant, twitched happily. Meek regarded the scene with doleful thoughts.
"I wish," Stiffy declared, "we'd stayed out there and died. It would have been easier than what's liable to happen to us now."