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>Her self-pity was abruptly shattered by the distinct sound of twigs snapping, drawing closer.
>Her heart gave a violent lurch, skipping an entire beat. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through her.
>She snatched up her Swiss Army knife, fumbling with the tiny blade, her hands trembling so violently she almost dropped it.
>"Listen up, whatever you are!" she squeaked, her voice cracking. "I-I'm not afraid to use this! I... I have a knife! A very sharp knife!"
>Through the dense foliage, a small, humanoid shape, caked in mud and festooned with stray leaves and twigs, emerged.
>It was the same brown-haired, goblin-like creature. It was coming straight for her. Grace braced herself, a scream forming in her throat.
>Just as she was about to let out a full-blown shriek that would surely shatter every pane of glass in Cowpie County, the creature grinned.
>It wasn't a malicious grin, but wide and gap in its teeth, disturbingly familiar.
>Then, with an almost comical springiness, it dropped to all fours and began to violently shake its entire body. Mud, leaves, and bits of unknown forest debris flew through the air like a grotesque confetti explosion, some of it splattering directly onto Grace's face and pristine clothes.
>As the muddy cloud settled, Grace blinked, rubbing her eyes. Standing before her, no longer a 'goblin' but unmistakably a little girl, was a miniature version of Billie.
>Her brown hair, now mostly free of debris, covered her eyes, and she wore a tiny, mud-stained overall. She looked almost exactly like Billie, only smaller and with an even wilder, more unhinged energy.
>The little girl, now somewhat cleaner, let out a series of high-pitched, gleeful screeches, like a feral animal that had just found a particularly interesting beetle.
>She then launched into a rapid-fire torrent of what could only be described as gibberish, spoken in a hyper-fast hillbilly accent that made Billie's drawl sound like a dictionary recording.
>Her self-pity was abruptly shattered by the distinct sound of twigs snapping, drawing closer.
>Her heart gave a violent lurch, skipping an entire beat. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through her.
>She snatched up her Swiss Army knife, fumbling with the tiny blade, her hands trembling so violently she almost dropped it.
>"Listen up, whatever you are!" she squeaked, her voice cracking. "I-I'm not afraid to use this! I... I have a knife! A very sharp knife!"
>Through the dense foliage, a small, humanoid shape, caked in mud and festooned with stray leaves and twigs, emerged.
>It was the same brown-haired, goblin-like creature. It was coming straight for her. Grace braced herself, a scream forming in her throat.
>Just as she was about to let out a full-blown shriek that would surely shatter every pane of glass in Cowpie County, the creature grinned.
>It wasn't a malicious grin, but wide and gap in its teeth, disturbingly familiar.
>Then, with an almost comical springiness, it dropped to all fours and began to violently shake its entire body. Mud, leaves, and bits of unknown forest debris flew through the air like a grotesque confetti explosion, some of it splattering directly onto Grace's face and pristine clothes.
>As the muddy cloud settled, Grace blinked, rubbing her eyes. Standing before her, no longer a 'goblin' but unmistakably a little girl, was a miniature version of Billie.
>Her brown hair, now mostly free of debris, covered her eyes, and she wore a tiny, mud-stained overall. She looked almost exactly like Billie, only smaller and with an even wilder, more unhinged energy.
>The little girl, now somewhat cleaner, let out a series of high-pitched, gleeful screeches, like a feral animal that had just found a particularly interesting beetle.
>She then launched into a rapid-fire torrent of what could only be described as gibberish, spoken in a hyper-fast hillbilly accent that made Billie's drawl sound like a dictionary recording.
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