<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><author_name>EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.ae</provider_url><html>rotten, crumbling at the edges, useless as a weapon. He grabs another. Better. Heavy. He could swing it once, maybe twice, before it broke.&#xA;&#xA;The rustling continues. Low to the ground. Something small, then. Or something pretending to be small.&#xA;&#xA;&#34;Hey.&#34; His voice comes out cracked, barely a sound. He tries again. &#34;Get out of here.&#34;&#xA;&#xA;The bushes twitch. He raises the branch.&#xA;&#xA;And then a shape emerges. Low, four-legged, moving with a strange</html></oembed>