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Against a dark stormy sky, a screaming acorn with wide eyes and a gaping mouth floats over the crumbling bark of a hollow dead oak tree. "Aaaaaahhhh!" the acorn screams, its stem arms flailing as it sails through the air. The once mighty oak stands broken below, its branches barren and bark peeling away. In the next panel, the acorn is in freefall, still shrieking in terror. Frayed leaves surround its body as it plunges down the side of the dying tree. The final panel shows the acorn hitting the dry cracked earth with a quiet thud, rolling to a stop beside the moss-covered boots of a weary raccoon. The raccoon glances down indifferently as the acorn comes to rest. In the distance, a forest burns beneath an ominous reddened sky. The only sound is the crackling fire.
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Against a dark stormy sky, a screaming acorn with wide eyes and a gaping mouth floats over the crumbling bark of a hollow dead oak tree.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" the acorn screams, its stem arms flailing as it sails through the air. The once mighty oak stands broken below, its branches barren and bark peeling away.
In the next panel, the acorn is in freefall, still shrieking in terror. Frayed leaves surround its body as it plunges down the side of the dying tree.
The final panel shows the acorn hitting the dry cracked earth with a quiet thud, rolling to a stop beside the moss-covered boots of a weary raccoon. The raccoon glances down indifferently as the acorn comes to rest. In the distance, a forest burns beneath an ominous reddened sky. The only sound is the crackling fire.
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