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An incredibly handsome Forest Dwarf waddles up to the podium. He wipes his sweaty brow, peering down upon the crowd as he begins his speech.

 

"Meh people! Meh name is Thudrin, leader ov Clan Treebeard, Druid ov Oak! Taeday marks da day dat we make our return!" Thudrin glances from left to right, eyeing each individual in the crowd.

 

"We will nae longer beh myths an' legends upon da people ov Anthos! We will make our stand, an' shall foreveh beh known!" He nods firmly, pounding his fist against the wood.

 

"Songs will beh sung aboot our great uprisin'! Tales will beh told, books written! Never again will anehbodeh question our existence!" Thudrin throws both arms into the air and cheers alongside his people.

 

Suddenly, he is struck by reality. He stares down upon empty seats, not ones filled with Forest Dwarves. He listens not to cheering, but crickets chirping. He frowns and shuffles away, probably going to cry his lonely self to sleep.

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(( The saddest story ever told. ))

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