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“The moon's soft glow was such a beautiful gift to the night that Pinchy felt compelled to honor it. Though none of his species have ever sung, he raised his small mouth to the sky and summoned a rasping warble. It wasn't lovely or on key, but he knew in his heart that the moon had heard and accepted his song. - From "Extremities" in Bedtime Stories for Monsters”

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