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[muggingthemuse]

Treasure

Almost like a bit of detached shadow. Bitsie slipped out of the hidey-place and into the darkened food room. The nasty-bitey thing stirred in its sleep under the giant sitting place, no doubt dreaming about sinking its teeth into a poor helpless house gnome, held under it's massive paw. She shivered a little. Bitsie slid silently by the wall. That was where she was most likely to find treasures, carelessly kicked there by the giants who went stomping through here during the light time.

She found a tasty crumb of something, which she ate eagerly. Then she saw it. A shiny thing, a sparkley, dropped by the giants, one of the ones with four pokey bits sticking out of a long flat bit. Treasure! And of the best kind!

It was lying there, only a gnome body length from the wet, twitching nose of the nasty-bitey thing. There was no way that Bitsie could claim her treasure without waking it up. And then she'd be right in range of those nasty-pointy teeth. She shivered again as the nasty-bitey thing twitched and snorted.

But she was Bitsie, the cleverest of the house gnomes, even if she wasn't the bravest or boldest. She would find a way to claim her treasure. She stepped quietly along the wall, making only the faintest of scritching sounds with her good, sturdy toenails.

Around the corner she went, to where the big fluffy things that the giant sat on were hulking in the quiet and dark. Between two of them was one of the bright shiny things that sometimes pretended to be a small sun. The small suns were breakable, though; Bitsie had seen the nasty-bitey thing break one once, and it had gotten smacked by the giants for it. That had been a good time; the nasty-bitey thing had been banished to the beyond for the dark time, and Bitsie had been able to hunt for treasures as she pleased.

But now, she had reached the small, breakable sun. With one sturdy brown hand, she pushed it to the edge of the cliff it sat on. Then with one hard shove, she pushed it over the edge and leaped for the back of one of the big fluffy things, letting herself fall down between it and the wall behind.

Her landing was noisy, but much less than the small sun hitting the floor. She sprang to her feet and dodged dust piles to the end of the fluffy thing. She got there just on time to see the nasty-bitey thing go past her, to look at what had made the crash. She threw herself out and around the corner, scooped up the treasure, and was back in her hidey-place before the giants stirred.

She grinned. Another good dark time.

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