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Safe!
That squirrel must have been possessed by a demon of some sort. I mean, I never would have guessed squirrels even liked the sport. He streaked across the infield, his path went left to right. The ump said, "Keep your eyes peeled, don't let him out of sight." His flight had players flailing as he dashed past outstretched hands, then leaped up through the railing to vanish in the stands. The sideshow finally ended, the teams resumed their play. But no one who attended Will e'er forget that day.
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