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It was a hot August day and White Guy was poking around looking for something to munch on. White Guy's ears were smaller than a polar bear's but just as white. His tail was shorter than a cow's but the color of milk. His feet were creamy white and just the right size for a smallish mouse - which was a good thing since White Guy was a smallish white mouse. White Guy lived with his family, his friends and his relations in the garage at the back of the lot. White Guy wasn't just any mouse, however. He was smaller and a different color than the other mice, and he was also smarter. The day he was born his mother exclaimed, "My, and who is this little white guy?" And that is just what she and all of the other animals called him ever after. White Guy grew up just as most mice do, but being smallish, he could never run quite as fast as his friends. Being whitish, he never could manage to hide quite so well as the others either. This is a bad thing for a mouse when a cat is prowling the yard...
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