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Mink was a small but tough little
fellow, who would easily take on anyone, even if they were twice his
size. He was very curious and playful, which sometimes could almost get on
your nerves. On the other hand, when Mink sat on my shoulder he seemed to
forget his own playfulness, and he just sweetly sat there like a good
little ratty. Mink really liked to chew, and sometimes he just went berserk
on my clothes.
Mink lived in a cage in my
livingroom, together with his dear friend Dylan,
and Dylan's uncles Chester &
Casey.
Tales about Mink
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