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__________ The sun was setting, radiating a magnificent golden hue in the sky. There were soft clucks of Kips nestling in their coop, waiting for the next beautiful day of hard work and satisfaction. But one Kip, with a single leg, was feeling quite gloomy for reasons unknown. Was the feed not tasty enough? Maybe the hay kept pricking her sides. Whatever it may be, this Kip was weeping to herself quietly. The bustling of the morning was fading away with the sun. And soon a dark peace would gloss over the lands, hushing creatures into rest. But not everybody was being affected by the moon’s presence. A young and spunky Pacapillar had rushed inside the barn house nearby the coop. Beads of sweat were dripping off his forehead, showing just how hard it was for him to arrive. “I’m so sorry Darling for being late. But I’m ready for the crop harvest!” The colorful little paca burst into Darling’s bedroom, a ball of enthusiasm. He had a pinwheel hat to match his primary color palette. But