“Baby, get out of the road!” Chipper shouted. “Don’t you know those cars will kill you?”

Baby scurried towards Chipper, unaware of what cars were or what it meant to be killed. He asked, “What’s that mean?”

Chipper replied, “It means your life ends. Humans ride around in them and if one runs over you, that’s it for you, you’re dead.” Chipper watched Baby’s head move back and forth rapidly following each car that passed. “Just stay out of the road, okay?”
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