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All went smoothly as far as the mission was concern. As usual, after all the duty done, we explored a little more to enrich our encounter in the new terrain. Big Bro set off in hyper-drive, so Dad had to zoom off after him. Max had hitched on to Mother Bird so that he could move faster to try to catch up with the other two team members. Max released squeals of excitement to warn all moving objects that he was headed that way. Mother Bird, as usual, being overly concern about showing Max some observations, i.e. winged and beaked creatures, H.U.M.A.N. on 2 wheels, etc., failed to notice danger ahead. It was M.U.D (Materials of Unstable Dirt) in the path. Mother Bird slipped, did a balancing act, and Max suddenly found himself in lower altitude but still upright. Mother Bird managed to regain control without anything more that a scratch on her K.N.E.E ("Kalsium" Needed to Engage with Ease) and a slight bruise on her ego as an alien actually witnessed the whole incident and laughed. Max sustained no injuries at all.
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