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Mireille



Mireille, an owl who had always dreamed of mixing paint colors at the hardware store, had a healthy respect for magic tricks. After an unfortunate incident with a stolen nose when she was an owlet, Mireille had flown out of her way to avoid magicians, hypnotists, self-identified funny uncles, and other critters who were out to get her limbs and senses. This, however, did not apply to Jolly, a pygmy hippo with a taste for true crime podcasts and beignets, who, in Mireille’s own words, could grab her heart like it was a baked potato on July 4th in Antarctica.



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