Just as I prepared myself for a long fall into a deep chasm, the hole suddenly moved to the left, and I fell head first into a muddy puddle. I didn’t even have my emerald cork hat on to cushion my fall!
Smiggin Holes is Down in a Hole
When I’d cleared my view and sat up, I saw that the hole had moved under where Smiggin had stood and the holiculturist was nowhere to be seen.
Cathy was sitting by the side of the hole, and I joined her along with our other travel companions.
Smiggin was sitting at the bottom of the hole it had itself created; looking disconsolate but still clutching some of its green hoard.
Cathy Keeps Quiet about Snagging Smiggin
We left the hole and I asked Cathy how she’d turned the hat into a snake and moved the hole.
She said that we all have our own special powers, and they wouldn’t be special if everybody knew about them.
Being a shape-shifting, chameleonic one-half of a legendary vegetarian werewolf I just had to agree with her, and left it at that.