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"Follow me, then!" Puck changed direction suddenly and moved swiftly through the trees, knowing every inch of the forest like the back of his hand from all the exploring he'd done lately.
He maybe should have slowed down to make it easier for Slightly to follow, but such considerations were beyond most fairies and Puck was no exception.
Puck drew deeper and deeper into the woods until he came to a short, squat oak tree, wedged snugly between two boulders. Puck's lair was actually under the old tree, cradled deep in the ground by the tree's roots. The entrance was almost completely hidden by a carpet of creeping vines. In fact, unless you know what you were looking for it was impossible to find.
He pulled the vines aside, revealing the dark, gaping maw that led down into what was the closest thing to a home for Puck. "Go on then. I'll be right behind you." He was unconcerned about revealing the location of his bower. If worse came to worse, he could always wipe the boy's memory.
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