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fandomtownies2007-08-15 06:18 pm
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Edge of the preserve, Wednesday Late Morning
Robin stood waiting for Gwynn wearing a hip pack, slung across his chest like a bandoleer. It held a compass, and some trail mix.

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Up ahead could be heard the sounds one would hear in a wetlands environment. Birds, water softly lapping at the shore, and of course, frogs.
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And there they were, at the edge of the swamp.
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"You're our friend and we won't let her do that to you. You belong here with us." She smiled. "Wanna know a secret?"
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//Yo, sup Robin?//
"Hi Mark, are there any navigational hazards hereabouts?"
//For humans? Nah. No sinkholes cept way out in the middle. No quicksand either. If the water starts getting higher than her knees I wouldn't recomend it but otherwise the mud should be fine. I'll spread the word around she's cool.//
Robin turned to Gwynn. "He says the mud's fine and we shouldn't have any problems."
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"That's terrific."
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//Guys! Robin's bringing a human into the swamp!//
The turtles bolted, but a few of the frogs and all the dragonflies were curious. And the salamander'd never seen a human.
Meanwhile, Robin led the way into the water, At it's deepest, it would only come up to Gwynn's shins.
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And now he was feeling just a little homesick.
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It made sense to her.
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