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drone in its talons, and disappeared into the forest.
Milo knew better than to feel shocked. The feathered inhabitants of Sticky Pines often behaved rather strangely. Well. That bird’s family is going to be disappointed come dinnertime.
He hastened his pace homewards, soon reaching Black Hole Lake. It was properly night- time now. The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery path along the steaming water.
Shallow waves lapped against the shore. Milo checked the time. This walk is taking longer than I’d hoped. At his current pace, it would be at least three hours before he was even close to home.
Flippin’ fantastic. This day just keeps getting better. He picked up a fist-sized rock and chucked it into the water, where it landed with a satisfying KER-PLOP!
That felt good.
He picked up another rock and threw it even
harder. KER-PLOP! And another. KER-
PLOP! And one more. THONK!
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