Jul 14 2026, 08:07 PM
Let's make the P stand for one more thing. Patience. Patience that was quickly running out. The Piano tore past a bunch of vines with unnecessary violence to finally reveal a tree drooping with plump fruits. Finally! It picked several of these, unintentionally squashing one and getting juice all over its strings in the process, and carried them back to the mystfox enclosure where they were placed with the water and the rat.
Then it retracted its strings, taking one for itself. That spilled juice and crushed flesh had tasted quite sweet.
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