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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 4:51 pm
Bitey chomped down on a patch of grass, the sides of her face bulging outward as she chewed. With her mutated mouth came a different mind: one able to process visual information from eyes that looked at opposite directions, like that of a hammerhead. She’d long accustomed herself to her fluctuating range of vision, and was now taking advantage of it to watch out for predators. Usually, her parents and her father’s goat looked after her, but today, she’d chosen to go exploring on her own.
With a satisfied snap of her long tongue, she left the patch in search of more exciting things to do. She thought she could hear the soft sounds of hooves on grass in the distance and she twirled her ears towards them, changing direction to approach the noise.
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