The Festive Quickslyph flew carelessly throughout the town, dropping little streamers here and there, occasionally stopping and throwing a quick roll or two around a house before being chased off. She laughed and winked whenever she got caught before fluttering off, leaving the poor victim standing there dumbfounded. Perhaps it was her beauty that stopped others from trying to find her again, or perhaps it was the fact that their chances didn't look very good. Regardless, she always flew away unscathed, and happy at her days work.
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