A monstrous Emeth kept leaning over the house wall and grabbing Big Bird from the kitchen and flinging him away. I would go and retrieve the Bird and put him back. Emeth would immediately assult the peaceful home again, tossing the Bird to the wind. Istra would shriek desperately: EME IS COMING! EME IS COMING! Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Fun was had by all.
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