Description: "This tale begins... on a night like this...
in these very woods..." At that moment, the wind picked up slightly. "Old Mr.
Tunnatin, a grey Lupe, was hobbling about his yard, searching for his petpet
that had died five years earlier. "
Something Fishy (And it's not Maraqua!) Has anyone else ever wondered why on earth the Negg Faerie needs a Fish Negg?
It's not like there are a lot of fishing spots around Terror Mountain, what
with the place being frozen all year long. *shifty eyes*