they call me bookworm

Whack! The beating stick struck gold, in the form of striking the attacker neatly in the face. The attacker was bright blue. Oh no. Jupiter crumpled awkwardly onto the ground, staring blankly up at her. The stick clattered from her jaws, landing on the dirt as a gasp was yanked from her. Dropping onto her haunches, the young babe gawped at her friend. "Jupiter!" She cried, hackles quivering. "Frightened me!" she said morosely by way of explanation.

Delicate tiara would lower to examine her friend. Was he okay? Softly, she said "Sorry Jupiter. Didn't mean it." Auds were tipped back, expression aiming to be apologetic.

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