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"The Korbats in the Pumpkin Patch" by jade_ceres
Asmundar was a clever little Eyrie, but there was one thing that he just couldn’t figure out tonight, and it had been bugging him and bugging him. He couldn’t get the Korbat face on his pumpkin just right. He had spent hours and hours using his claw on every pumpkin in his owner’s pumpkin patch, but he was a perfectionist and something just wasn’t right. There was pieces of carved pumpkin stuck under his claws and he was beginning to get frustrated. He had been wanting to win his neighbourhood’s pumpkin carving contest for years and years, but he would never win with one of these lifeless-looking drawings he’d just done. There was a Xweetok who always won every year and always looked so smug afterward and he just had to beat him this year. He had to. As he was finishing up his newest non-masterpiece, deciding to give up because the wings weren’t right, just like the tail wasn’t right on the last one and the teeth on the one before that, a Korbat happened to fly by, his wings flashing fast in the sky.

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