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Mrs McRoot a Pumpkin Faerie

She did not look like a pumpkin faerie from Bailey But her house said she was certainly that An older winged creature, with a back that was phat We liked seeing her saunter in and out daily Her name was Old Wisdom, but she kept this to herself. Her magical bat brought her things up high on the shelf. Other familiar was a crow whose name was Mrs. McRoot. She brings her all kinds of shiny things in the form of jeweled loot.

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