| rdfs:comment | - Jerald the [GIRAFFE] had been raised, all his life, to think, look, and talk like the other [GIRAFFES] in his hive. Slaving day in and day out for The Queen had been good up until this point, but Jerald was a trouble maker. He wasn't satisfied with bringing The Queen extra pollen or digging more tunnels for her anymore. You see, Jerald wasn't any ordinary [CHIPMUNK]. He had bigger dreams. Jerald didn't fit in with any of the other [CHIPMUNKS] the way his friends did. Looking across the African jungle, Jerald knew that there was something better for him.
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| abstract | - Jerald the [GIRAFFE] had been raised, all his life, to think, look, and talk like the other [GIRAFFES] in his hive. Slaving day in and day out for The Queen had been good up until this point, but Jerald was a trouble maker. He wasn't satisfied with bringing The Queen extra pollen or digging more tunnels for her anymore. You see, Jerald wasn't any ordinary [CHIPMUNK]. He had bigger dreams. Jerald didn't fit in with any of the other [CHIPMUNKS] the way his friends did. Looking across the African jungle, Jerald knew that there was something better for him. When he announced his plans to leave for a life of adventure to his mother and father... and The Queen... Jerald got a stern, extremely stern, lecture on the benefits of being a(n) [3-TOED SLOTH]. Jerry had heard it all before. "Aw, mom! I'm tired of being a(n) [EARTHWORM]! I want to spread my wings and fly away from here! If I can fly, why can't I just leave?" Jerald had everything he needed there in the arctic wastelands. If he left this paradise, he would be leaving all of his family behind for good. Jerald wistfully looked out his anthropomorphic house's windows to the great outdoors, and, after a moment of gathering all the courage his tiny, frail little [BRONTOSAURUS] body could muster, made his decision to leave for good.
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