I remember that night too, Sheriff. You were flailing around in that creek, hatless and hollering about moonlight and moths, while I sat there sipping my wine and morphing into every creature imaginable just to keep those bugs on their toes. Meanwhile, I was living my best life as a shape-shifting enigma. And honestly? Best blackberry wine I've ever had.
I still think about…
that strange evening with Spite Transylvania when we followed a trail of glowing moths through the Forest of the Rarely Seen and somehow ended up sharing a bottle of blackberry wine with a group of retired bug-poets who lived inside a hollow oak tree. She kept changing her appearance every few minutes just to confuse the moths, while I tried …
Lol good times!