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The Rat.
The Ox.
The Tiger.
They're rushing up The Everest Mountains so fast that only dust remains in the aftermath. Sharp elbows jostle. Snide remarks spew. The finish line looms overhead, parked at the summit.
Though they already have a chance for a spot in His Majesty's council, glory and godhood in hand, only first place gets the most gold.
The Rabbit.
The Dragon.
They steadily weave past some trees, still far ahead compared to the rest.
The Snake.
The Horse.
They're bound together as they dash ahead.
The Goat.
The Monkey.
The Rooster.
Friends to the end.
Lastly...
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