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    Finally, she had somewhat mastered the skill of making flower crowns. The fem had wrapped around the final daisy, making a cute, yellow and green flower crown. She smiled, satisfied with her work and placed it upon her head, allowing her ears to stick from the top. She was content with her skill, it took a lot of effort to truly master the full ring of flowers, but hard work paid off. Looking at her paws, she noticed she had a lot of extra variety of flowers like tulips and roses. She wondered if she could make flower crowns for others, perhaps she could make more friends that way. [/fancypost]


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    Unlike the flowery crowns everyone made now a days, Flighttaken was building things out of scrap metal and rusty nails. Dragging a large suit case across the ground with strangled grunts, the white feathered dragon was beginning to regret not having super-strength.


    He plopped onto his haunches and wiped sweat from his head, before pulling the large scrap again and pulling it away, not really paying attention now to where he was going.[/fancypost]