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Silly Sally slithered silently, her silver scales shimmering in the sunlight. Pain pounded her body as she prayed to soon perceive a possible pond or any pool of water, preferably as promptly as possible. Her back burned but she bared the big bother bravely and continued to move forward.
Finally, Silly Sally fortunately found a fully filled fountain near a forsaken, frosty factory. She crawled in, craving the cool coating of water to consume her scales, but cried, crestfallen when she realised how cruddy it was.
Devastated, Silly Sally dragged herself, dreary and dreadfully dirty, into the desert to dream of her desired life, instead.
Suddenly, Silly Sally shot out of her satisfying slumber as she sensed a skunk sneaking sideways to her. She hissed, surprised, and swiftly slid away from the striped stranger.
"Wait! Don't go!" He pleaded, a painfully pathetic plea, yet plain and pleasant to perceive. His voice was wonderfully winsome and Silly Sally watched in bewilderment.
"My name is Steve," he revealed, reaching out to greet her, relatively relaxed. She slithered forward and shook his paw shyly.
He reached for a receptacle near his rear end and gave it to Silly Sally, grinning. Silly Sally saw it was sweet, savorous water, so she swiftly spilt it over her searing, sanguine-coloured scales to soothe the sting and then sipped the spare liquid.
"Sssssank you, Ssssteve," Sally thanked the twee teen timidly and took off.