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Post by Jim (Wee Mad Haimish/Gütts) on Jan 16, 2022 13:32:42 GMT
Times are hard for little Gütts, 'e just wanted a piece of bread, that was all,
The door was easy, he'd managed more difficult locks before, but he just couldn't help himself when he saw the kitten, 'ed always liked to play around with cats, and completely forgot to keep the noise down.
As the proprietary of the shop cam out to see what all the hubbub was about, our little Kobold was caught of guard, and the cat literarily caught his tongue, t'was a good thing the door was open for a quick dash away.
Next time, next time, 'el 'ave 'em sticky buns!
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Post by Jim (Wee Mad Haimish/Gütts) on Jan 22, 2022 19:00:34 GMT
The hunger for bread was just too much, the smell agonizing as little Gütts was laying low after his failed attempt, but this time, he knew the place inside out, the lock was child's play (nat 20), Gütts light as a feather swooshed in snatched the basket of freshly baked bread ready to be sent off to the delegates of Kundar, although the cat, the cute little cat was there, Gütts wasn't going to get tricked by its fuzzy allure this time, he'd prepared a mechanical mouse, which speeds off out the door, and after it with much alacrity, both kitten and kobold. Safe back at his lodgings at the Cavernous Seashank, he greedily tucks in. But it's was too much, bread, and a Kobold's tummy is really made for meat, so against his will, he fences the rest to Bart's "honest" food delivery service.
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