“Remind me again who gets the task of harvesting those?” Max and Fowl both immediately shook their heads. “We’ve done our share. It’s someone else’s turn,” Max replied. “You three can figure that out while I scout a little.” Groans came from the three women, and Max laughed as he began moving toward the town and the next pack of giants. I’m glad for once I don’t have to harvest those ball sacks… then again, I’ve never seen someone so excited at how many we bring. Alfreda is always ecstatic when we bring back sacks of them. Putting the thought of the older elf woman and what she must be making
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