Let us tell you a tale.
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vii. The Making Of Rodensia
Kevin the Rainbow Flying Gerbil, first of his name, rose beyond the balcony of the citadel, laughing his maniacal gerbil laugh, wings sparking in the sun.
“Rise up, rodent brethren, rise up and topple the kingdoms of men, for I am your lord now! We shall fill the lands with nuts and berries and wipe from them the creatures of the forward-facing eyes! We shall till their fields with blood and salt, and reproduce beyond all reason! We will bring down the gods and the creator, for I am your god now! Fear me! Feeeeear meeeee!”
Êl scarcely knew what to think. A frothing, delusional little rodent with rainbow wings, bent on global domination. What had this world come to.
There is only one thing to be done with pests who usurp the peace. With a few gliding strides Êl reached Kevin and the balcony, and with one fateful, well-placed flick, Kevin was off like a shot, wings useless to stop his flight back to the great tree of Eredh.