Needless to say, nerves were on edge as the drum beating increased in intensity. dooom dooom dooom dooom
And then out of the woodwork of palm trees, our island encampment was surrounded by hundreds of ... grubs.
The Grub Luka Mukas to be precise.
The filthiest, quite silliest, most harmless looking creatures you ever set eyes on. Seriously. Like grimey, little breakfast sausages they were. Indigenous to the island and never having traveled from it, they possessed a unique language that rarely involved repeating any words. And their rituals? Such mainly involved wallowing in dirt before tribal dancing.
These natives loosened up after being plied with rum - and then some!
Joining the party, taking a particular liking to ImperfectedStone, the Grub Luka Mukas insisted upon grub dubbing her as one of their own. At first she resisted, then gave it a chance. She learned to let go with the flow, stepping lively in dance. And in no time at all, suddenly began to rhyme! Towering tall above newfound friend and shining bright enough, she was as if a diamond in the rough.
And before we knew it, the sky was clearing. Team Members, thank you for your reports - they have all been addressed. * If you have already submitted your Twelfth offering, it will be reflected on tomorrow's update.
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, we are in the process of transforming one of your shorter entries into designs for proud flag flying across our website and social networking platforms. If you haven't heard from us we're getting to you asap! You can view the designs that have been uploaded here: http://poeticmedics.com/
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Happy Poeting, Team Napo'19!
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