Rough Homecoming page 6
Tart’s muscles strained, his bones creaked as a ton of stone lifted from the soil. The rockodile so flabberghasted it could not fight back. Tart slipped an antler under a horn, the other hooking under it’s chin, and then the ground turned to air for the beast, and then the air above became ground hard and fast.
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