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Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

Two wolves, pale in color. One is laying down and the other is standing. The standing wolf has its muzzle pressed to the forehead of the resting wolf and is biting/nibbling their fur and skin. It later moves on to the fur behind the ears, and the nape of the neck.

Sometimes the biting appears aggressive and sometimes it appears gentle. The resting wolf's eyes are relaxed and it makes no moves to prevent the chomping (grooming).

At the end, text reading nywolf . com / Stand for Wolves, then the logo for the Wolf Conservation Center.

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