Fred, allowed a bit of clarity so as to make it up the mountainside
without slipping, came to the small stone temple that was the entrance to
the Morlog kingdom. The storm-clouded night-sky threw gusts of wind as the
three head Morlogs appeared from a rusty-side door. Glass safety lamps
flicked as the water inside sloshed. Somewhere, a deer farted in an echoey
spot. Fred found it hard to keep a straight face. Morlogs looked nothing more like overweight five year old boys. With donkey ears and kangaroo-feet.
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