A lovely day for mischief perhaps I would taunt the tweedles or chase the the rabbit, in a little bit I told my self my tail swaying in a lazy way. As I sat up in the tallest tree by the geyser well. The I heard the scream and saw the form sprout from the depts of the belly of the well. Tumble of limbs Well well well I sleaked off my branch and crept to see who could it be
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