One sunny afternoon, Oberon, perched atop a large moss-covered boulder, one leg draped over the other, a large roasted pheasant clutched in his claws as he surveyed his domain with an air of bored superiority.
"Hmph," he muttered, picking a bone from his teeth the quality of the pheasant has gone down this season. Suddenly he sensed someone approaching through the brush "Oh! Is someone there? It won't do any good to hide you know!"
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2!A Little Dream!
02/04/2025
honeylemon🍯🍋
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02/04/2025