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In the dead of night this forest IS more menacing!
And....lol....it’s going to be hard to find unique rocks when your knee deep in swamp water.
I’d flee if I were in those trees at night!
An eighteen ballooned zeppelin comes to rest in the designated park area; immediately immediately aerial port crews begin to unload boxes labeled “Synthetic Giant Mosquito Lures” and “Made in New Coraline City.”
The Ranger inches closer to his platter of fried lamingtons.....mmm hmmm!
The grape ape’s eyes widen in horror as he knows all to well the horrors hidden amongst the cypress trees.
The shaman extracts his own unique stone from his breast pocket, rubs it carefully and whispers Maud’s name. Her pocket is instantly filled with unique rocks!
Ah.....a lazy yellow moon
A giant mosquito approaches her
"Hi!"
"No, Sorry."
You could look around the cave entrance.
The Shaman overhears the conversation and heads for the cave entrance
NOOT
Hello there, Person who is never on!
Gasps
True tho
Maud goes there as well and meets up with the Shaman.
“Hello sir, do you know about any rocks?”
The wisened old angler is excited about the beginning of summer; sweet iced tea and a clutch of fishes.....what could be better he thinks?
The park manager puffs up his chest indignantly
The Camp Host has many responsibilities and can’t be expected to hang around the camp fire all day chatting.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go chase the PURPLE BIGFOOT back into the marsh and put some borscht in a crock pot!
Wouldn’t recommend that Host!
Without speaking any words out loud the Shaman communicates and Maud hears the voice inside Maud’s head.
I know about rocks, medicine men in my group have a natural knowledge of geology and can extract magic from pebbles.
Would you like to see what I can do with my Coral of Glory?
.....😑.....please say no.....😬
The Ranger removes the Useless Scarf from his neck just in case!
Maud nods.
“I am an expert on geography.”
Good sir, where can I find a suitable fish?
Comradeistan, Pelican Empire, and The Alligator King
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