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 | Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part OneThe conductor furiously banged her baton on her music stand. The elderly Lenny let out an ear shattering squawk as the orchestra slowly realized that she was demanding they stop. Their diminuendo was soon drowned out by the conductor’s screeching.
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"The Gobbler's Egg" by merrick_twoford
The lake was a quiet, peaceful place. Situated at the edge of a thick, leafy forest, with the glowing lights of the city in the distance. Perry, a stray Gobbler, had lived here for a while now, feasting on nuts, berries and roots from the trees and fish from the lake. By now autumn had arrived, and the forest was a sea of red, brown and gold. Perry was hungry for fish, but when it came to the lake's edge he found something else instead.
An egg.
A large, solitary egg.
Perry ducked into the shrubbery, nervously glancing around for the egg's mother. He was only small, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to be attacked by a protective Neopian mother. But time ticked by and nobody appeared. Perry braced himself and then flung himself into the open.
Still nothing.
Cautiously he approached the egg. Pressing against the sturdy shell, faint noises could be heard from within. There was a baby in this egg - a baby that would not survive if left on its own. Perry looked around again and then hastily assembled some twigs and leaves to make a nest. When the mother still failed to show he flapped his stubby wings and settled himself on top of the egg.
There and then Perry decided that he would care for this egg. He would make sure the baby was okay. They would get through the coming winter together.
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