[Her enemy is now a blanket with a mouth, so Mad is quick to change strategies-- running sideways in circles around him on her short stumpy legs and continuing to snap at him.]
[The result is a vaguely tasmanian-devilish whirlwind through the yard, stirring up dead leaves and upending anything that isn't actively rooted down.]
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[The result is a vaguely tasmanian-devilish whirlwind through the yard, stirring up dead leaves and upending anything that isn't actively rooted down.]