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I followed the trail until it stopped in front of a wombat’s burrow.
“Wombat, where’s my sandwich?” I asked, waking him from his nap.
“Sorry Nellie, I don’t eat sandwiches, I eat grass, but whoever took it sure is fast. They zoomed by
here not that long ago”.
Looking around I found another crumb trail.

Interesting!