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“Splinter! Time for dinner!” |
But Splinter doesn’t come. |
She’s napping under a tree. |
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She’s dreaming of . . . |
Splinterville! |
Rivers filled with milk. |
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Trees filled with balls. |
Poof. |
She goes back home. |
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She has a bowl of milk. |
She plays with her ball. |
This is better than a dream. |
