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    [fancypost bgcolor=#A16326; bordercolor=#A16326; overflow: auto; width: 442px; height: 132px;]Sam had met so many creatures. Mostly, cats. He'd also met a wolf pup, and then several other animals that were more of a blur. The cats stuck out because of that one kit asking what he was, and that other, slightly older one, saying that he could stay and rest for a bit. Throughout all of the moose's travels, he hadn't met a similar animal.


    They were all very small, and all very different. Paws and long tails and sharp teeth. The big brown moose, believe it or not, was feeling a little homesick.[/fancypost]
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    Hmm. Why was it that these woods were filled with so many felines? Cats, wildcats... and now lions and tigers! Yesh; it was started to scare the bejeebers out of her. Letting out a small sigh, the lithe Chital deer trotted along on fine black hooves; her white spotted pelt covered in leaves from her travels. Much to her surprise, ahead of her stood a large animal; large than her... a moose! Trotting over, Hollyhock dipped her head in greeting, giving him a friendly grin.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#A16326; bordercolor=#A16326; overflow: auto; width: 442px; height: 132px;]Even though the greeting was sudden, the feeling Sam felt wasn't surprise, or alarm, or anything of the sort. It was actually happiness, because this animal walked on hooves, and was shaped like him. Smaller, sure, but not all that different.


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    "Hello... Forgive my boldness... but I do not believe I have met you before! My name is Hollyhock, or Holly for short, and you are?" the deer replied lightly, her short tail flicking back and forth in contentment. She had come to realize that others didn't enjoy saying her whole name... so Holly was fine; she like it actually.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#A16326; bordercolor=#A16326; overflow: auto; width: 442px; height: 132px;]"Nice to meet you Holly. My name is Samuel, but please call me Sam." The moose didn't much like his full name either, and considered it formal and bland. There had been others that called him Sammy, but he didn't like that much. Those times were one of the few times that Sam actually got angry, when they didn't stop calling him Sammy when he asked.[/fancypost]
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    "It's a pleasure to meet you than Sam... so, If you don't mind me asking, what brings you here?" Holly asked brightly, tilting her head in a curious matter. It was not that she didn't trust others; oh no, she just simply liked to get to know other animals when she met them; to be polite and all that jazz. Of course, that didn't mean she was a stickler for manners; oh no, quite the opposite actually.


    {I am so sorry for the long wait! I was out camping and I just came back!}