chatter-chatter-chirp says Clara as she looks out at me during the morning routine.
Clara runs up on to her wheel and glares at me. I notice she has packed part of the wheel with bedding and the wheel no longer turns. I reach in and under Clara's watchful eye I remove the bedding. Clara takes tentative steps forward and as she breaks into a trot she lets me known that I may be on my way...
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