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Soon we were all jumping around like our pants were on fire — which, fortunately, they weren't. But that was the ONLY piece of good news, as we all stopped dead in our tracks to see ten pair of gleaming eyes staring at us from behind a barrel.
Now it was MY turn to yell:
"Rats!"
"Bunnies!"
"Sharks!"
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