The little old lady stumbled through a clearing.
Back bent and slow, she picked up sticks and kindling for the fire.
She was humming very loudly to herself.
The Giant Monsterous Owl could spot the easy prey below.
The old ladies eyes narrowed as she heard the screech of the flesh-eating creature above.
Pretending to ignore it, she bent over to put her fingers around the haft of a powerful magic blood-drinking wood axe that she had acquired.
Something was wrong.
The handle felt different for some reason.
Granny Phug glanced down quickly.
It was the wrong axe.
It was instead only some normal wood axe!
It did not take a genius to immediately guess who had swapped them over.
“Stupid Flushing Men!” She swore.
The loud thunderous clapping of beating feathers rocked the air f
