A/N: Aaaahhh yes, a night to remember indeed x3
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Grok was always curious about these tiny folks, how they are soo…minute? And what is that noise coming from their mammoth holes? Sure, he can make a noise like them: Ayarg garag gar was it but it really didn't make any sense to him; it is just some sort of an attachment in his mind to do like walking and eating and so on.
One night, after Grok had made sure that his mammoth is safe and sound. Two tiny folk walked right into his home. Grok would normally hush them and squash them (if they proved to be more than a nuisance) but they had a third member in their party… a goat. Grok loved goats in a reason unknown to him, perhaps they were the mammoth's version of the tiny folk? Nah that's the thing with two horns…what is its name again?
"heeeeeeyyy there big guyyy! Ohhhh what a biiiiigg fishhhstickk you have!" noised a tiny folk with shiny black out-skin, she pointed at his marvelous (but kind of revealing) mammoth-made out-skin. Grok lowered his club; those are the other-than-water folk… Grok was a victim of this non-water liquid once. His vision became purple and he saw three mammoths while there was one in fact. Grok see lots of other-than-water people from time to time… they are quite amusing to watch.
"Wannna somme fella *burp*" noised the other fella with soft black out-skin while giving him a non- water holder. The smell repulsed Grok so he hushed the persistent tiny folk away. The goat however was Grok's goal, sure he could squash them in no time but they have done nothing…
An idea struck Grok, he reached his hollowed out-stone and yanked the shiny glittering yellow metals they like, he pointed for the gold in one hand then he pointed to his clutch of yellow metal. "youuuuu wanted gelda? Aren't yaa a ceelever giaantt"
"Baaaaaa!"
"I know, I knnnoww we had such fun geldaaa but noooww you follow the biggg guuyyy now, agreed?"
"Baaa…baaa" the goat sadly left her friends…. At least the three of them had one hell of a party!
The end
