Nun: Whiskers we are going to find you a new family whiskers o-ok with tires in his eyes Nun: don't worry child it is ok. Whisker: NO IT IS NOT MY FAMILY IS DEAD (he said with a tires coming down his face) GIRL: are you ok whisker: n-no GIRL: what happen WHISKERS: nothing. GIRL if you don't want to tell me that is fine WHISKERS: ok sokera :my name is sokera whisker that is a nice name. Sakera: what is your name WHISKERS: whiskers sokera: I'm nine how old are you whiskers I'm eleven

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