The Meadows of Mirth were the happiest places ever. Everyone
who lived there was happy and altogether so sickly sweet merely gazing upon
them would give you diabetes.
Of course, since the surrounding lands ranged from ‘greedy
humans’ through to ‘literal demonic hellspawn’, kittens and puppies who farmed
gumdrops and rainbows should have been overrun before you can spell saccharine.
But, they had protectors. Residents who could no longer be
happy due to loss were asked, nicely, to defend the land.
And they did. Right up until they got the chance to make
everyone else as unhappy as they were…
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