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Listen closely, Piper. Let me tell you your story...Your mother Nadia was walking through the woods before breakfast one morning. By some serendipitous manner, she spotted a viscet egg. A large and brightly patterned egg, concealed in a clump of ferns inches from where she stood. Now, what did she do with this egg, so obviously abandoned? She took it home. She brought it right back home and walked in the door with it cradled securely in her arms.
So, I was still asleep when this all happened, but as soon as she opened the door my eyes also opened. And the first thing I groggily mumbled was, “Morning. What’s for breakfast?” Coincidentally, I happened to glance up right at the viscet egg Nadi was holding as I said these fateful words.
I screamed. She screamed. We stood there screaming. Then Nadia, good sensible person that she is, said that we were having waffles for breakfast. Not egg.


















Mint Chip wrote:Whenever I have the time to finished reading through all the forms.
atm I'm quite busy, and have another competition I need to judge as well.
I'd appreciate everyone's patience with me as I have a pretty busy schedule as of late.








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