It was fair enough to say that the last incident at Peevish Swale what with the irate bee, (Mr. Juggins) and the forgotten trombone had greatly soured Frollo Bach on staying in town longer than necessary. But now, after crossing the river into the western edges of the Marsh forest and cutting through The Gloaming Valley, Frollo was wishing he was back at that town. The air was crisp with winter and the ground was covered in freshly fallen snow and an ominous air hung thick all-around Jasper and himself. Something was amiss and he felt as if they were being watched. Far off on a cliffside, a shadow stood and watched too…

- Excerpted from Other Tales: The Blotted Grig

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