Sampcin Toefingers traipsed through the mud, wary of any snagglecats on the loose. They came out at dusk, after rainstorms, so now was the most likely time he'd run into them. It wasn't long until he did. Their snickering and cackling echoed through the trees, and Sampcin knew he only had moments to find shelter. He spotted a hollowed-out tree and sprinted towards it, slipping and sliding with each step. Into the cover of the tree he dove, and he could almost feel the bite of the snagglecats on his toes as he entered.
Just beyond the hole Sampcin saw their glowing purple eyes staring in at him. It was dry, and cozy in here, and the snagglecats would hate it.
"Ah, it's good to have company!" a voice spoke next to him.
Sampcin jumped up, startled, and hit his head on the ceiling of the hollow.
"Don't fear, it's just Old Buskermung staying dry in this here tree!" the man spoke again.
Relieved, Sampcin leaned back against the rear of the hollow and waited for morning with Old Buskermung in the hollow of the tree.
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