SQUEAKY
The sun was glaring down at the people who were tasked to find Squeaky. Sweat poured down from their heads to their backs. Samarra wished that she didn't volunteer in this kind of work. Who knew that this Squeaky is such a squeaky little guy who loves to play hide and seek. General Luther, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore and sat on the ground, drinking from his canteen. "Crown Prince, isn't there anything we could do to lure it out?" The Crown Prince looked down and thought. "I don't know. The last I remembered was when we named him. After that, he was lost in the old school. Hmm, what is a rat's favorite food?" "Cheese!" Samarra answered loudly. "Do we have cheese in here?" One of them nodded and ran back to the pantry. When he came back, he brought one block of cheese. "
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