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"That awful sound...screeching...it can't be...can it?" Krim dizzly said, awoken by the terrible screaming of what sounded like...a scrab!
"No worries!" said Prake. "We'll have him down in a jiffy!" With that, Prake slowly put down Krim and ran to where the Scrab was.
"W-w-wait! I'm coming, too!" yelled Krim, as he treid to scramble to his feet, but couldn't. He heard another screech from the scrab, but this time the call was reflecting pain. "Wow..." said Krim. "That must be one hell of a fight..."
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