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Leaves rustled, branches swayed and small chittering creatures darted into holes and dens as the strange rumbling form descended from the sky. It passed the leafy forest canopy and came to rest in a sunny clearing. Metal feet sank into the thick carpet of green grass. Warm daylight glinted off the patched metal surface. A pair of black eyes watched from the underbrush as a square slid open from its back end and a ramp descended to the ground and three figures strolled out into the light. Rover Finnagan smiled skyward, taking off his aged cowboy hat, basking in the sun and letting the pleasant breeze ruffle his copper hair. "Told ya this place would be just the dandiest spot ya ever did see." "It is lovely." Flyspur's long, fluffy purple tail waved at the pleasant looking forest. He carried a little box with a handle in one upper hand, a blanket in the other, while his smaller lower hands snapped a picture of the scenery with a gray, oval tablet. "I am glad you are