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Tod was feeling disgruntled. Simba was back and this time he had a horse tail. He had horse forelegs too but he didn’t care about them. Tod didn’t hate Simba. In fact, he found the competitions he would end up in with the lion fun, most of the time. Besides, if he won, it would bring Simba back down to Earth, at least for a day. Simba had fun with Tod too. He liked trying to one-up and show that he wasn’t all talk.  Tod couldn’t understand it but whenever Simba had a horse tail, he was more insufferable than ever. He had seen horses before. Sure, they were big and could run fast but they weren’t fluffy. Not like him. The rules and stipulations for their competitions changed with each visit and were pretty much made up on the spot. Simba with his horse tail would try to make it all about style. Tod was looking forward to an afternoon nap when he heard clop, clop, clop coming towards him. “Here we go,” he groaned. “Hi, Tod,” said Simba, cheekily, “Notice anything different about

Hypr had settled into his new routine very nicely. He would frequent the juice bar, order its newest menu item, blueberry juice, go to an open field down the road and have his drink there. A lot of the drinks from the juice bar had special effects on those that drank them; mainly boosts to athletic abilities. Blueberry Juice was one of these drinks. Instead of boosting athletic abilities, it inflated Hypr into a big blueberry. It was only temporary and how long it lasted depended on how much he drank. It wasn’t the most popular drink from the juice bar but it was Hypr’s special drink. It was nice to sit back and relax for a little while before going about the hustle and bustle of his day. The juice bar was owned and ran by a cheetah. She was having difficulty adjusting to the new routine. Before the blueberry juice entered the picture, Hypr would sit down and have a drink in the juice bar itself. More often than not, he and the cheetah would have a nice chat. Now, with Hypr going