"We're on the hunt for mice, my dear!" assured the little kobold, flying just couple of feet out of reach.
"Your garden has been infiltrated, believe it or not, totally subverted. Yesterday, everything may have been alright-oh, but today: Enemy influences! Sharp rodent faces between the pumpkins!"
Her faithful friend, the spirit Mittloinson just nodded his head, excitedly.
Kerishre - the purple imp - belongs to me. plz don't steal!
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