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I submit for your consideration the beginning to a story called, THE DAUBILOON Esmeralda heard a wet snuffling in the deep night beyond her curtains. Never one to shy away from danger or poor decision-making, she slipped into her boots and went outside, flashlight in hand. "Snuffurglorg," went the mysterious thing. "Hello?" Esmeralda called, uncertain. Her sense of caution had just put its shoes on and caught up with her, out there in the dark. The snuffling stopped for a moment. Then a great, gurgling cry erupted into the night. "HARRRROOOOOOOOOORF!" Esmeralda's first instinct was to bolt for the house, but the soggy pathos in the unseen creature's wail tugged at something in her heart. Following the miserable snorfs and hiccupy gurfs, she made her way to the darkest corner of her yard, sweeping her flashlight back and forth. Finally, she found it, huddled in the corner made by the tall fence. The sight of it was enough to make Esmeralda cover her mouth in horror.
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