Over time, Slurp grew tired of lifting and dodging stones in the pile and realized it rather getting to twlight. He couldn't believe that one collapse could do so much. He continued onward, but tryed to get help from passing Fleechs. None of them wanted to help, for they were tired, and not willing to do anything. They just went through the other enterances. Slurp even considered doing so, but he wanted to get his prize so badly, he continued.
By dawn, Slurp had finished cleaning up the conlision. He looked back at his two rotting bodies of paramites but discovered the worst. A group of 4 slegs were running away from something, but chose to feast on the rotting bodies of the paramites. Slurp was raged with anger and started to screech at them. That moment he wished he hadn't. The slegs may have been scraed of a scrab, but not a puny fleech. They all barked into the early morning sun and charged. Slurp grappled his tounge onto the top of the mine and tried flinging his tounge at the slegs. They chose to be cowards again and ran off somewhere else. But not one. That one was rather old, and deeply scarred on his face. There was also an golden earring on his ear, but that did not matter. The sleg ran off into the mine, while making Slurp seem like an idoit. Slurp, had his heart skip a beat. He rushed into a fleech enterance, wishing he could stop the sleg.
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