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Stormdancer of Doom
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"Big rain, " whispered Beech.
"Long rain, " hoomed Oak. "Much rain, for laughing streams and running rivers, " pleaded Willow, trailing long wispy branches through the dust. The mouse wiggled his nose at Willow, careful to avoid his spreading roots. Wilow saw it, and frowning, swept a trailer towards him. "No fear, " squeaked the mouse. "I've no desire to be caught inside a snicking crack!" and the mouse scampered up the Oak. "Tickles, " said Oak. "I'll get him, " offered Willow ominously. "Bethberry!" called Beech. "Big rain, before Oak is caught between Willow and a Mouse!" Bethberry sighed. "Nothing like pressure, " she muttered. Outside the Inn, a light pattering began on the streets. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:35 PM. |
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