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Eti paid attention to his granme. FOllowing her steps to cut teh strink of leaves. It was hard and it hurt his paws, but once he got the hang of it, he imagined it wouldn't be so terrible.

Suddenly something wafted their way and his tail lifted up and over his head and he growled low in his throat. Dat smells like de wouns on Qune and Sword.

Eti traveled with his granme, his tail tight against his hocks and his ears pressed to his head. What would they find once they got to the smell of rot?

He raced off to do his Granme's bidding, grasping the kelp that was harsh. The one that could eat infections and the one to sprinkle. He would race back just as quickly mouth full of the items.