5. To pee or not to pee, that’s not a question.
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Across sun washed savanna a pregnant gazelle moved with measured poise, senses tuned to predator shadows and shifting wind. Herd mates formed a living buffer as she nourished new life on sparse shoots. When birth neared she slipped into acacia shade to deliver and lick her calf alert. Within minutes the newborn tested trembling legs, imprinting on the mother who would soon teach flight, vigilance, and pathfinding in a land of stark tests and quiet grace.
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