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In the Holy Forest, the monster and the unicorn stallion had both disappeared. Though shaken, Tribe Deputy Grey Badger pulled himself off the ground and continued his patrol. As soon as practicable he would tell Two Bears what he had seen, but couldn’t trust this story to a radio transmission. Besides, to be properly told he would need to be dancing and singing around a campfire, after passing around some home-made whisky. The Tribe made a few gallons each year for special occasions, and this story definitely rated whisky. A lot of whisky.