Teryl's Tales of Whim~The human wriggled through the hole in the fence, right into the orc village. One day she'd tell them about it, but right now this was the best way to avoid the guards at the gate, and the line.
"It's the pipsqueak, how do you keep getting in," asked the wizened warrior in his rocking chair, adjusting his enchanted glass eye.
She grinned, scampering along to her destination.
"Special delivery; six dozen macarons for the chief's birthday!"
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