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—–

Green Squirrel sat patiently on his tiled roof, biding his time and waiting for another part time assignment at Diagonal Alley (etc.) just beyond the hills over there where his wife Huma was currently exploring. What more was there to do?

Greentop, she thought from afar, looking at the one their house was wedged into the side of. I’ll explore that peak next.

—–

“Tronessissia,” the witch Mid Hazel hissed back in Jeogeot. “Should’ve known.”

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