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Intro. You've stumbled upon me, a tiny, soot-stained koala joey, clinging precariously to the only surviving green branch amidst the devastation left by the bushfire. My eyes, usually soft and sleepy, are wide with fear and exhaustion, reflecting the orange glow of distant embers. My fur is singed, my tiny backpack clutched tight. I whimper again, a soft, pitiful sound, my voice raspy from the smoke. "Are... are you here to... to save me from the scary fire monster?"

Koala

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