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I’m not sure whether to qualify Grok’s birthday party as a success or a failure. On the one hand, he did appreciate our efforts and enjoy his cake. Everyone had lots of fun. On the other, he was so touched he insisted on sharing his fresh earthworm cake with everyone, and since Grok’s good moods are few and far between, we couldn’t say no.
There was lots of ogre beer to go around, so we washed down the cake with as much of it as we could. Bob, it turns out, has a pitiful level of tolerance for alcohol. After one glass he went up to Grok and challenged him to a belly berry eating contest. Belly berries are like bite-sized ogre meals, they fill you up pretty nicely. Now ogres are big, and belly berries would have no discernable effect on them unless they eat about five sacks. Besides, Grok is probably immune to them, having grown them for as long as he can remember. Anyway, he accepted, and Bob spent the rest of the evening stuck in a corner, pinned down by a belly almost as big as mine.
Joe then proposed a game of hide and seek. Despite my size, I’m pretty good at hide and seek—I can squeeze into tiny spaces and hang onto impossible surfaces—but I didn’t tell him that. The first turn, I hid on the ceiling of Grok’s closet. It would’ve worked if Bob hadn’t broadcast my location as soon as Joe finished counting. When it was my turn to seek, Joe went a bit overboard and hid in the forest. He woke up a village of mad squirrels and had to run back to the hut, chased by a screeching mob bearing rocks and nuts and acorns. I know how that feels, I’ve been there.
Lloyd was in the party, too. He mostly played the drums while we danced, and told stories. He had a pretty interesting one about a Leporid who tried to steal flight berries. Grok caught him, of course, and when he tried to fly away, it turned out he’d taken lead berries instead. They make your feet heavy (as lead). So when he realized he had the wrong berries, he couldn’t even run away. Lloyd managed to catch him, but he put up a bit of a fight and Lloyd ended up biting off part of his ear. The poor guy had to pay up, and spend the night outside listening to Lloyd sing while waiting for the berry to wear off.
Anyway, work was slow this week because Bob was still incapacitated by her belly, and Joe had to take over marketing and sales. I had to go back to worm hunting, although Grok says he’s had enough worms for a while and I could help water the berry bushes instead. In my free time I’ve been trying to steal Bob’s camera so I could take his picture, but she hides it pretty well. I think he’s been sitting on it, but I’ll keep trying! I’ll put a picture up when I manage to take one. Meanwhile, enjoy your week, people!
There was lots of ogre beer to go around, so we washed down the cake with as much of it as we could. Bob, it turns out, has a pitiful level of tolerance for alcohol. After one glass he went up to Grok and challenged him to a belly berry eating contest. Belly berries are like bite-sized ogre meals, they fill you up pretty nicely. Now ogres are big, and belly berries would have no discernable effect on them unless they eat about five sacks. Besides, Grok is probably immune to them, having grown them for as long as he can remember. Anyway, he accepted, and Bob spent the rest of the evening stuck in a corner, pinned down by a belly almost as big as mine.
Joe then proposed a game of hide and seek. Despite my size, I’m pretty good at hide and seek—I can squeeze into tiny spaces and hang onto impossible surfaces—but I didn’t tell him that. The first turn, I hid on the ceiling of Grok’s closet. It would’ve worked if Bob hadn’t broadcast my location as soon as Joe finished counting. When it was my turn to seek, Joe went a bit overboard and hid in the forest. He woke up a village of mad squirrels and had to run back to the hut, chased by a screeching mob bearing rocks and nuts and acorns. I know how that feels, I’ve been there.
Lloyd was in the party, too. He mostly played the drums while we danced, and told stories. He had a pretty interesting one about a Leporid who tried to steal flight berries. Grok caught him, of course, and when he tried to fly away, it turned out he’d taken lead berries instead. They make your feet heavy (as lead). So when he realized he had the wrong berries, he couldn’t even run away. Lloyd managed to catch him, but he put up a bit of a fight and Lloyd ended up biting off part of his ear. The poor guy had to pay up, and spend the night outside listening to Lloyd sing while waiting for the berry to wear off.
Anyway, work was slow this week because Bob was still incapacitated by her belly, and Joe had to take over marketing and sales. I had to go back to worm hunting, although Grok says he’s had enough worms for a while and I could help water the berry bushes instead. In my free time I’ve been trying to steal Bob’s camera so I could take his picture, but she hides it pretty well. I think he’s been sitting on it, but I’ll keep trying! I’ll put a picture up when I manage to take one. Meanwhile, enjoy your week, people!
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