Features - August 2014

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- A Leaf Song    In a deep down grove
    Where the Oak Tree grows
    And Lilly pads cover the sky,
    I sat and sang
    On the dewy morn,
    A mourning song sang I.
    Across the land
    The song I sang
    Echoed from every door,
    For the King is dead
    The song I sang said
    And he will sing with us no more.
    The Princess cried
    As the Moonbeams tried
    To cheer her from her woe,
    While the queen sat still
    On the windowsill
    With her mask carved of stone.
    From the windowsill
    She could see the still
    Burning pyre that fed her gloom,
    The smoke billowed thick
    Through the air and was quick
    To Team Scale: Here There Be Dragons    It was initiation night and the blood was pumping hot and fast as the Hawlucha brothers strutted through the night markets. All they had to do was knock out a merchant and take their money, what could be easier? Maybe taking candy from a baby but who really does that. . .
    They turned a corner to find a Pichu standing on a stool behind a stall covered in sweets and sugary cakes. There was a sizable cashbox behind the stall.
    Maybe just this once.
    The two Hawlucha strutted their tailfeathers up to the stall and confronted the Pichu.
        "Hey! Chico and Harpo!"
    The brothers turned to see who was shouting at them. A Pancham was leaning against a nearby wall, a smoking leaf poking from her grinning muzzle. They looked at each other and laughed.
        "Eh, we don't know no Chico, little chica, but maybe we teach you not to speak to your betters."
    The Panc

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