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Soon, Irving came upon some other animals. They were welcoming and loving and made him feel right at home (even though he didn’t fit inside the home).
They had a lot of fun together. During the day, all of his new friends would climb up onto his high, strong back for a ride.
And at night, they would all snuggle up close to his soft, warm tummy.
But each day, he worried about dropping one of his new friends or – even worse – stepping on them, crushing them to death. And each night, he couldn’t sleep, for fear that he would roll over onto one of his new friends, again crushing them to death.
He was very unhappy.
Perhaps he needed to find an animal his own size…
(to be continued)