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He remindered her that he was only part monster. Shenanigans wasn’t picky; she adored all monsters. But she wondered if he meant the monster who’d lived here before was only part monster as well? In any case, she bobbed her head rapidly to show she understood, grin still fixed on her face and tail waving.

He went on to explain that she would need to offer feathers. Now Shenanigans wondered: were they for him or the other monster? Where was it, anyway? She glanced around again, though she saw no sign of it, unless some of the old bones at the rear of the Hobbit Hole belonged to it.

Rather than assume they might be the remains of its victims, Shenanigans cried, Did it died? She whipped her head back to look at Bronco, largely missing his introduction. The monster that lived here before?