The hidden booty drew me here after several years. I’m not sure if I’ll find it, or if it has been taken.
I stop in my tracks, as I sense several pairs of eyes watching me – ready to tweet my secret deeds to the world. Oh, the cute devils! I might as well befriend them. They will know it anyway.
I explore the space, looking for the red marbles I hid here in childhood. Are these little devils sitting on those? Or have my marbles turned into birds?
Another fairy tale… I await the ogre to emerge from the rocks.

Cute story…well, without the ogre that is…
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I am told even storytelling for social mefia to sell something is not complete without an ogre ☺
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