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Moo Deng stood at the riverbank, a ray of sunlight warming his hefty hippo back. "The art of chilling," he began, "is simple. Be where you are, not where you think you should be." A flock of birds perched on his head, unbothered. Moo smiled. "See? Even the birds get it. Chill, and the world comes to you."