Teryl's Tales of Whim~The apprentices were woken by bells and yells well before sunrise.
"The griffons all got out, get your helmets and nets! They need to be rounded up before the King notices!"
Grumbles filled the dorms as tired feet shuffled into sturdy trousers and robust boots.
Nets in hand and skies still dark, the apprentices squinted all around.
"Wait, we don't keep griffons," observed one tired elf.
"Correction! We do now!" laughed the stable-chief.
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