Dewey droplets glistened, the well kept grass wiggled in the wind. Oh, it was a beautiful sundown over the hills, as Her Majesty strutted along her tiny flowerbeds. What she couldn't have known was that Kerishre and Mittloinsson were going through a Ballgame-phase...
This fact would collide with her flowerbeds, soon enough, and she was there to witness it. (...)
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