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The sun was setting as the last light of day glistened on Bob's fur. Bob was trapped between three hunters. It was as if a light had switched on in Bob's head! In other words, he got an idea. He dove between one of the hunter's legs narrowly missing a bullet from one of the others. He bound through the meadow. Bob's face filled with joy as he saw posted on an old maple tree a no hunting sign. He thundered like a bullet towards the sign. Soon Bob was ahead of the hunters and well past the sign. The young deer looked back and saw the hunters' faces filled with gloom all sitting around a small fire.
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