tongue

There was once a little fox, and it'd often be found in the back of warehouses playing among the packing peanuts. One day, it got packed up with someone's order, and was taken by courier to another business on the other side of town. The courier had no room in the back of the ute for the box, so he put the box with the little fox in the passenger seat. From inside the box, the little fox could hear that the familiar noise of the street. The windows must have been wound down. This doesn't make any sense at all, thought the fox.

And no, it didn't.

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