Way up the trees are the Monchichi, but this isn't a story about happy creatures that live with the birds. This is a darker story, below the treeline live the Ewoks of Endor. Blink once, and be denied. Blink twice, an eye for an eye. Justified, left of course, by the riverbed of opals. Sure they waddle, some do wag, a giggle a smile sure..
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