that long long long time ago, a patch of skritt were cut off from rest of scratch by movements of the Hot Rock Dragon. They fell down a deep, deep hole and hit their heads real hard. Big ouchie.
Skritts got the hearing knocked out of them. They could no more hear the soft cozy chitter-chatter of many skritts. They grew their ears out real big and listened real hard. No more chitter-chatter. Big lonely. So the skritt spoke with big, loud voices; but this inefficient chatter devolved into endless arguments. *groan
The New Scratch™ found magic in the deep, and they learned many tricks, like building buildings shaped like shapes, and walking all straightened out so they didn't need their tails anymore.
By the time they made it back to skritt scratch, they had forgotten they were skritts. They called themselves "aah-SOO-raa" and made skritts their enemies. The long-ears could not bear to look upon what they once were, and how far they had fallen.
Skralds (skritt skalds) foretell a coming Shiny Age when the long-ears will be friends with skritt again. Until the Shiny Age comes, we keep the kits away from long-ear science, magic, and shapes, no matter how shiny they may be...
Okay, you know what? Never mind. Grab all the shiny science for skritt! ✨🔬🐁👍