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The canary sang the blues.
Low, deep and soulful the tune drifted through the thin gilded bars of the cage. Gold feathers were no defense frm bad air in the mine, sorrow was his song.
The cats fought.
A tangled ball of fur, teeth, and claws bounced and rolled across the yard and into the street where the two animals were finally separated by the tire of the passing car.
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