One morning, the monkis woke up in a big, white emptiness. The Monki World was gone. Cold white stuff was all that could be seen anywhere. And tiny stars kept on falling from the sky, dropping like soft punches on freezing paws and wet fur. A monki may be small, but not so small it doesn’t have room for a big, brave heart.
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