The Panther’s Call

It was the last week of August. For the last four days, the rain had refused to take a break and almost every ground-dwelling animal was scrambling to find a dry place to hide.

It was the last week of August. For the last four days, the rain had refused to take a break and almost every ground-dwelling animal was scrambling to find a dry place to hide. Sneaky, his brother Snorty, his little sister Clare and their mother Cheeseball, all city rats, had got swept away in the f
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