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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE SLIG TRIBE
It was morning in Muun forest, and the sligs were searching for the flying vehicle.
Suddenly, Morck said: "Do you hear that? It sounds like other sligs!" They listened. "Yes." said the other sligs. "But that can't be!" replied Flir. "We are the first sligs ever in Muun forest."
Suddenly, 18 sligs came out of a tree. Sligs without pants, wings ar masks, with tattoos on their bodies. "Can't be, huh?" said one of them. "Well well, what have we here? Another bunch enslaved by the glukkons? Don't worry, we won't hurt you. Come with us." He climbed back in the tree, along with the others. "Shall we do it?" said Nurck. "Yes, let's do it!" said Kneth. He climbed in the tree, finding out it was easier than he tought. The sligs, except for the flying ones, all climbed in the tree, discovering a village in the treetops. "Hi!" said one if the sligs in the village. It was a big slig, with yellow stripes at his forehead. "Our queen wants to meet you." "The queen?" said Morck. "Queen Skylla is not in Muun forest!"
"No, not that -censor- one, OUR queen." said the big slig.
"Explain that."
"Well, the vykkers took her when she was a baby, and expirimented with her. They wanted to create a second queen, to produce even more sligs! She was terrified, and we decided that we no longer wanted to be slaves of the glukkons. We escaped, and she came with us. The big surprise was that she was indeed a queen, but not a -censor- one. A kind hearted, lovable queen. And she leads our tribe. We are free, happy sligs. Far away from boss-playing glukkons, gunfire and moolah. And now, follow us to the queen."
They agreed, and that would change their lives.
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