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“Ow, ow, ow.” Hamal mumbles, rubbing his now bruised forehead. His gazes moves back up to the apples hanging up high in the tree. The faun had thought it would be a good idea to headbutt the tree as hard as he could in order to knock the apples down. Obviously it didn’t work out too well.