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one foozly morning, the foozlemonster walked in the forest looking for foozles. the foozles were working in their foozletrees, high above the glen, where the foozlemonster prowls.

the aroma of foozle wafted through the glen; as the foozlemonster lumbered. her grey skin and black talons gripped the pink grass and tore up the black soil with reckless fervor.

the foozles tore patterns in the bark of the trees, making sure not to rip a ring around them, to make nests and enclosures around the bows with their fecal mortar. the clamor of high-pitched , chitter-chatter barks and bark-ripping piqued the foozlemonster's appetite.

in a frenzy, she pounced up the tree; shaking the bows. the little foozles climbed to the top of the branches, seemingly without care, while their erected constructs rattled and unfixed.

the foozles dropped their waste down on the foozle monster, while she shook the tree. some of them fell and her long-necked head and mouth caught them; devouring them whole. the foozles barrage of feces began to stick into her eyes and nose; making it hard for her to breathe. a brigade of foozles dropped down below the beast and began gnashing and ripping into the flesh of her feet and legs. she howled and climbed further up the tree; reaching blindly for foozles to devour.

her legs and feet almost entirely nibbled to stubs, she pounced off the tree and licked her wounds in the glen. her legs slowly growing back. the tree's bark began to grow back from the foozly fertilization.

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