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 | A Charity YooyuballLady Psellia of Altador had sent a... unique invitation to the Royal Courts of Meridell and the Darigan Citadel. But just who would turn up to her special sporting event?
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"A Helping Hand" by 77thbigby
I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field. We had more work ahead of us, but we were making progress. For today, at least, it was quitting time. It was then that my eyes caught on something black sticking out of one of the haystacks.
“I’m going to check something out in the stacks. I’ll be back,” I told Ernest, one of my fellow workers.
The Chia waved a hand to show he’d heard, and I strode off across the field, Elfie, my Christmas Mazzew, keeping pace beside me. As I drew closer, I could make out the shape of a hoof. I raised my eyebrows at this. Soon enough, I rounded the haystack and came to a surprised stop as I took in the figure before me.
I at first took it for a scarecrow but then I saw the figure breathe. Having been raised in the Meridell countryside, I was familiar with scarecrows, but I had no idea how one could be alive. For indeed, it was an Ixi made of burlap, and he was sound asleep in the haystack. Whoever and whatever he was, he was clearly in a bad way. His burlap was worn and dirty, straw poking out of tears and along his seams.
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 A Helping Hand
I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field.
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