Nymph
01.31.13
There was no doubt about it – the oak tree was angry. It creaked and groaned and waved its branches though there was not even a whisper of wind. Taimi swore under his breath. It had to happen on his watch of course. And it had to be the oak tree, didn’t it – just for once, it would be nice if it was the willow tree that demanded his attention. He sighed. Still, there was no escaping it; he had to do his duty.
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