βWatch it, mouse.β Ricochet warned, as the tiny luma nosed his way through the back of his shop.Β
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Pixie was back on his daily routine of scavenging for scraps. And heβd made quite a mess at that. Heaps and heaps of scrap metal, rusted iron nails and unused claw caps sat in a corner whilst the green luma dug and dug through the depths of his workshop, sending bits of raw materials flying. Eventually, t...
