 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino slipped on the slick floor and nearly crashed into Tobi. The boy's legs were too dang long! How was he supposed to keep up like this? And Cale had not yet convinced Tino that the plant-gnome was even Evil. He was a man of chivalry, not cruelty. "Let little creepy things lie" had always been his motto in times like these.
"If the thing is the only of its kind, then the gender is a moot point," Tino panted, holding his sidestitch. "Can't we just let it go? It can find a nice little hidey-hole somewhere in the castle and live happily ever after and then we can go down to the Great Hall and have some lunch. . ."
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |