
"Great. Everyone just ran off. The Lalafel too? What the heck." K'ile kept his arm pressed to his chest and paced in a circle, ears pinned down. "I ought to chase them down and finish them off. So much for helping the tribe, they're off into the desert! But not before they stole my shirt and broke my arm again."
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