You briskly walk along the dusty path towards a clean lake. It is a beutiful day just at the begining of the warm season. You are a pretty, young hedgehog maid by the name of Moira Wind. And you are exstatic that you've been granted the chance to spend some time alone in what you've been told is a beutiful place. You brush your auburn head-quills as you stoll briskly. Being just at that age between a dibbun and a grown beast. You had to plead to get to go. Passing a hill you see the sparkling lake in all of it's glory. You let out a giggle, grab hold of your blouse and run towards the lake. You scan the lake with wide eyes. Satisfied, you begin to slip out of your blouse when you here a loud cat call coming from a male voice. Flustered, you turn to see...
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