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"The Birthday Celebration Race" by skipperjen
A flutter of activity stirred in the early evening air of the Lost City of Geraptiku. Under normal circumstances, the mysterious jungle surroundings would have been silent. Today, things were different. An Elephante tromped past the collection jar of the vacant Petpet shop, doing his best not to drag a large banner through the rich soil.
“Interesting choice for our birthday celebration race…” His companion, a Scorchio, observed quietly. He hopped slightly, untangling a vine that had managed to coil itself around his ankle. “Are we sure we will have a good turn out this year?”
“Queen Fyora chose this spot herself.” The Elephante grunted in response. He did not know why he was explaining this to his friend once again. The Scorchio had been grumbling about the location several times through the weeks leading up to the race. “It’s the only spot where inhabitants would not be disturbed.” Now that they were actually in Geraptiku setting things up, he was able to see for the first time just how lost and forgotten the city actually was. There were dwellings scattered throughout the area, but the ringing silence indicated that the place had long been abandoned.
“Very well.” The Scorchio replied, setting down his supplies. “Let’s get things set up and head out quickly.” The Elephante nodded in agreement, making quick work...
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