There is a big, loud, windy, rainy thing that is headed right for me. It is called Ike and is a hurried-can. I don't want it to come here. Our burrow is a nap away from the waters and sands, so we usually don't get hurried-cans, only wind, rain, floods, and sometimes toe-a-does. But this hurried-can might get to us! And all the sand and water
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