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of guts to stand up to someone so mean and cruel.

“What happened when you were a child?” asked Hobgoblin.

A shadow passed behind the Huntress’s masked eyes.

“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “What matters is that you’re in danger—Fiddlefart wants you scrubbed. You’re the Grossest Smelling in the Land, and that threatens him. He’s very self-centered. He already has all the power and wealth, now his only motivation is to be the stinkiest one of all. He’ll stop at nothing to make that happen.”

“I don’t understand,” said Hobgoblin. “The Mucklands aren’t even part of Rancidia. All I do is fart around my farm and mind my own business. I’ve ignored this ogre stuff so the flies and I could stay out of it.”

“Even though Fiddlefart is bringing the battle to you, the truth is, you’ve always been involved,” said the Huntress. “You may not be a Rancidian, but Fiddlefart’s cruelty is your business. Anytime a creature is treated unjustly—no matter who they are or where they’re from—it’s everyone’s business.”

Hobgoblin rubbed his temples. This was a lot to take in. “A warthog has told me stories of Fiddlefart.