The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Gilda's fat ass had been on his head for most of the ride over. He didn't mind laying at the bottom of the bag because at least it gave him some room to spread out but the lancing pain in his skull had other things to say. Eventually, he managed to scramble out without assistance, probably giving some of his smaller siblings a boost along the way. While the prospect of fire (and grabbing a lit branch and running around with it) sounded like a bang-up time to him, he was sure his mother's wouldn't approve, so he took the opportunity to look around, gradually drifting further and further from the main gathering.

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