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Amaya expected that there might be slugs and other pests invading her garden...in the springtime. But when she looked out her window that morning to see nasty, surprisingly large black slugs crawling all over her nice little patch of land now, that was a little surprising.
"Hey!" she cried out the window. "You leave those plants alone!"
Little did she know that they weren't exactly after her plants. That wouldn't stop her, though, from heading gleefully to her weapons room to break out the Weed Whacker a good few months earlier than anticipated.
She came out swinging. "Out! Get out, you nasty little slugs! Hyah! Hyah! Take that!"
It...didn't take long for Amaya to discover that there was far from the usual garden variety slug she was accustomed to.
She was going to need a bigger Weed Whacker.
[[open, of course!]]
"Hey!" she cried out the window. "You leave those plants alone!"
Little did she know that they weren't exactly after her plants. That wouldn't stop her, though, from heading gleefully to her weapons room to break out the Weed Whacker a good few months earlier than anticipated.
She came out swinging. "Out! Get out, you nasty little slugs! Hyah! Hyah! Take that!"
It...didn't take long for Amaya to discover that there was far from the usual garden variety slug she was accustomed to.
She was going to need a bigger Weed Whacker.
[[open, of course!]]
