Freckles:
The high-pitched one was after me! No longer feeling safe, I rushed to another part of the cave. What kind of wonder was this? I’d never heard of a cave that shifted position. Now, I saw the high-pitched one gazing at me from the newly-created opening in the cave. Its paw reached for me. Closer, ever closer. I scooted backwards out of its way. I considered biting it, but didn’t want to be poisoned. If it had the magic to move caves, what kind of magic might it use to prevent biting?
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awww, freckles. yer so dang cute with your bun perspective of the human world.
Why, thank you! I keep telling Deb that she's the one that remembers all of this incorrectly!
Freckles
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