(This is my first attempt at this, so please don't be a hater about it)
Kant looked for the canine city, but couldn't find it. He radioed back to base. "Uh, base, this Kant and I cannot find the city. Are you sure this is the right place?" "Positive Kant, you should be right over it." "Well, I've looked and it's not here." "Have a another closer look than. Just don't step on it. Remember, the king wants them alive." "Yeah yeah, I know. I'll let you know if I find it. Kant out." He then bent down and scoured the ground for the city, parting the blades of grass and using the magnifying glass he brought along just in case, unaware of the mayhem and destruction he was causing below. Every small twitch he made was an earth shattering earthquake to the minuscule wolves. Every breath he took threatened to blow the city away. Eventually though he found it. But there was a problem.
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