Nov 26, 2017
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“Easy with those crates!” Zazu barked, standing on the pier and overseeing the transfer of several important packages off of a cargo ship.
The rain was belting down on them, Zazu hadn’t brought an umbrella and had to use an old one filled with holes, and every so often a wave would crash up onto the docks and fill his best pair of shoes up to his ankles with seawater.
So it was with a restrained bad temper that he turned to the young girl approaching him.
“Can I help you?”