A human paladin had his plump turkey pet out. And it was sparkly which means he just spent money giving it a bath.
Of course I laid down a campfire. Sensing its destiny, the plump turkey threw itself onto the fire and died. The human cried. I comforted him. He hugged me. The one who lit his turkey on fire.
Heehee.
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