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Annie Irons

As for the Lion, he sniffed the fresh air with delight and whisked his tail from side to side in pure joy at being in the country again, while Toto ran around them and chased the moths and butterflies, barking merrily all the time. As he stood hovering over you half suspended in air, so wildly and eagerly peering towards the horizon.
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