The family started leaving fruit out for it, mangos, bananas, even apples. But the sloth never touched them. It just sat, sometimes pointing its long clawed hand toward the same cluster of bushes.
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One afternoon, the father decided to investigate. He gently pushed past the vines and crouched down.
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That’s when he saw it, a small patch of disturbed earth. Something had definitely been moving underneath.