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the flies would no longer recognize him. Their little fly brains would be jumbled. They’d be sad, confused, and so very easy to capture.”

The ogre grinned at his own devilishness. The Huntress looked Fiddlefart in his bloodshot eyes and said, “As you wish, Your Stinkiness.”

Silently, she slipped out the door.

Alone once again, King Fiddlefart returned to his window, resumed his mantra, and filled the chamber with an unhappy fart.