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And it's somethin' true to pass on down to generations yet to come
Sitting in the garden by a rather familiar tunnel, Bridge played his harmonica, hoping to draw out a certain visitor. He had some news he wanted to tell him, and was hoping that the Fraggle would be able to hear the music and come drop by for a visit.
And despite appearing calm on the outside, he couldn't help buzzing a bit with excitement.
And despite appearing calm on the outside, he couldn't help buzzing a bit with excitement.
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"This was...but changing back might not be."
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"Stuck again?"
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"If I had to hazard a guess, and it wasn't some sort o' earth magic, I'd think it was light." Lowercase L.
Probably.
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Despite being told that his magic was Dark-to-Light, he'd never felt in touch with Light or light magic before.
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At a thought, Scrooge turned back.
"So, you said it was the music that had triggered it?"
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"Hey!" He snapped his fingers, looking up. "I bet you needed a Fraggle to do it in the first place!"
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