Dog #1282

“Stumbling upon these tiny individuals can go one of many ways. I’ve heard two stories. This one guy had the misfortune of stepping on the kitchen of one of their homes. It’s easy to do, they’re incredibly small and hidden among the forest. Every Tuesday morning since he stubs his left big toe… Another story was a bit better… My uncle was singing, as he does while foraging mushrooms, and mentioned the name of one of these little buggers nearby out of pure luck. She flew over to him, clearly inconvenienced, and granted him the opportunity to feel one feeling from his imagination fully for 5 continuous minutes. He won’t tell us what it was but apparently it helped him get over his ex-wife.”