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Deep beneath the stone, seeds begin to grow. Sun shines through the rain, we will live again
There was a problem with taking time to explore Birchpointe. The gardens he was able to raid were all the way back in Duckburg, and if none of his friends were home- as was the case today -then what's a hungry Fraggle to do?
Take his chances, that's what.
He's at least avoided the city, finding somewhere tucked away in the forests that blanketed the countryside. And not only that, but there were two gardens here, both lush and full of fruits and vegetables. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two little items, right...?
So here he is, doing the sneaking bit again, crouched in the brush until he's absolutely sure the coast is clear. Then he starts moving closer, pausing every now and again to let his nose find the best things to take.
Take his chances, that's what.
He's at least avoided the city, finding somewhere tucked away in the forests that blanketed the countryside. And not only that, but there were two gardens here, both lush and full of fruits and vegetables. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two little items, right...?
So here he is, doing the sneaking bit again, crouched in the brush until he's absolutely sure the coast is clear. Then he starts moving closer, pausing every now and again to let his nose find the best things to take.
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"Well, let's see here. Fraggles mostly live underground. We make music, write stories, and play sports and games, and all kinds of stuff like that."
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