Happy walks in the streets during the rain with her hoodie over her head and her ears down, she thinks to herself: i hate my life . . . my name doesnt even match . . . im not very happy right now . . . her thoughts are interupted by her seeing the tall siloette of a tiger, her eyes grow wide and out of pure fear she points her scossors to the tiger Happy: im . . . im not afraid of you tiger! . . . but her voice is still shakey
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