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A few feet away, Billy Bob took possession of a flowering
specimen. He crouched down, tail whipping laterally and eyes darting
wildly, and began chewing on the green hairy leaves. Every few
seconds he stopped and looked furtively in all directions, as if
expecting a challenge to his proprietorship—then as quickly returned
to the catnip, saliva drooling down his chin.
