Wading in the Shallows

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Wading in the Shallows (149 Words)

“What are you doing?”

Marge looked up from taking her shoes off.

“Come on,” she said. “It’ll be nice.”

Her companion gnawed his lip. “But there isn’t time! There’s the Diamond Citadel—and then we have to go to the Elder’s Council, to warn them—”

“I know,” said Marge. “But my feet hurt and I’m tired.”

The elf’s disbelief was replaced by anger. “The world is at stake,” he hissed, “and you’re resting?”