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"Army!" a young lemur screeched ever so often with shocking lung capacity. How could such a tiny creature emit such a sound? As piercing as her screams remained, it proved to be a test of her parents commitment seeing as how she ceased when her plushie was comfortably nestled into the crook of her tiny arm. It was a gift for her fifth birthday, not to mention a curse for her parents. Seeing their Ska happy gave them a sense of accomplishment. When knees were scraped and tears were shed, Army would absorb them into his delicate exterior. Army's kisses healed all wounds no matter how deep. Shards of understanding would shimmer in his black plas