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Fizz zipped ahead but stopped after a few meters and turned back with a toothy grin.
"Wait wait wait. I'm feeling it again."
John narrowed his eyes. "Feeling what?"
Fizz held out his tiny furry covered arms like a bard preparing for a grand performance.
"The song of travel. The melody of the mission. The fart fueled the march of destiny."
"Nooo."
Fizz cleared his throat and began anyway.
"Through the woods and over stones,
Chasing sparkles, breaking bones.
Fizz and John on magic quests,
Ignoring swampy, buggy pests.
Butts will glow and beasts will scream,
While I nap and John does things."
John sighed and kept walking. "You're going to summon something awful with that."
Fizz followed in lazy spirals, adding percussion with mouth pops and twig snaps.
John opened his map again once they reached the edge of the clearing. The red mark pulsed slower now, as if waiting. Something told him the next site wouldn't be as peaceful.
