…still have hurt pixies though
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366 Days, 366 Paragraphs: #135
Dree would have none of that. His parents thought he should go off to school in the city when he turned 16, but he wanted to be a storyteller like Greaty had been. Spending 30 or so years traveling around telling and gathering stories, then eventually making your way back home to tell them every night at this inn sounded pretty good to him. He already knew dozens of her stories and had even worked out a few of his own, such as the one about the time Mrs. Deenlo took off running down the street and soon had half the town following her. That was pretty funny, until they all figured out she was just running from a wasp. After that, everyone was grumpy for the rest of the day.
Dree was still chuckling about that when he drifted off to sleep on his bed.
Four hours later, right in the middle of a strange dream involving dogs big enough to ride and a girl with butterfly wings, his mother woke him up for dinner. After washing his face and hands, dree hurried downstairs. He was hungry enough to eat a whole pig.
He filled up his plate and went out to the main room to eat. There were a number of guests already eating, so he went into the tavern room. Again, many tables were full due to folks having a pint after work, so he sat down at the same table as the Roadie lady.
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