Snazzle has a ball.
Snazzle loves us.
We are sleeping.
He wakes us up.
Please could we play ball, he says.
We've had more than enough.
Doesn't look like we're going to play ball today, says Snazzle to himself.
We are snoring.
We abruptly awaken.
Oh well, I guess we could.
Joy unbounded, says Snazzle, tail wagging.
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