Author: Pook Pook was minding her own business... Well, technically Pook was minding someone ELSE's business. It was always, "Pook, go get this thing for me!" or "Pook, go kill this person for me!" or "Pook, stop chewing on that!" This time in particular, she was running out to the Sick Land to find a girl with pointy ears to give her some shiny things she'd taken out of the ice in the Snowy Place. Pook watched it go, stunned. P'kow. P'KOW! Okay. Maybe she could think about home anyway without the stone, sometimes that worked! She thought and thought... P'kow. Aaaand again ))