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Post  TRU on Tue Jul 20, 2010 2:05 pm

One afternoon late summertide found the forest abuzz with creatures small and large escaping the sweltering heat. If you were to creep softly beneath Sanos dark branches you would note two such creatures stood out from the rest. One of these was a boar, though there was no wild look about its eyes. The stout razorback had positioned herself in the deepest shade at the base of an old pine. Hanging on the back of the boar at a jaunty angle, defying gravity, was a green haired gnome. In a half sitting, half crouching position with fingers and toes deftly woven into the short stubbly fur on the hog’s back the small gnome peered at the ground below her, her face almost parallel with the face of the earth. It is obvious that something has caught her attention.

If you were to follow her curious, wide-eyed gaze and your eyes were sharp, you might catch a glimpse of what she sees. There on the ground, with their great strength, two ants pull a dead spider twice their size toward home. Though it appears to be a bit of a struggle they lug the eight legged beast over rock and twig like a prized possession won only through blood, sweat and tears.

The green haired gnome smiled then pulled herself into an upright position. She nudged the patient boar onward as she whispered into its ear.

“Tha’s t’ bahlance, ya see, Jarrow. T’ mootha ohways knoos wha’ shaes dooin’…”

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