Puck
I was yondering in my filds near the woods, this little wing trouble maker shows up bye the name of Puck. he trip me he clawed and laughs, I said best be on your way I have n9 time for fools today, at this he huffed and puggled puff, then he ran away that was the day I entered Camelot and stayed, no way home now way back so cameolot, it my new home because I'm stuck in Albeion.
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