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Tea, ginger, and peppercorn ... they all have to be kept dry. You start to pace toward the door of the library, one paw rubbing thoughtfully over your belly. You'd rather not admit it, but it feels good. No wonder dogs always like belly rubs.
You will never tell anyone that you just thought that, you resolve.
The best place to keep something dry is some kind of pantry ... larder ... You start to speed up, belly bouncing and swaying with each step while you look for the sort of place that sticks out in your mind. Some place where it's almost always dry and there's no risk of things soaking and getting spoiled. Like a smoke shack or something or ...
The root cellar! The idea strikes you hard enough that you trip and faceplant on the stone floor with the loud *thwap!* of that much blubber against stone. It takes a full minute of effort, with a lot of groaning and swearing, before you can get your mass back onto your feet. But at least you're able to find the hatchway down into the root cellar. It's a tight squeeze, and you despair to think of climbing back out, but you manage to clamber into the stale air of the place. As though to taunt you, the first thing you see hanging from the support beams is a bundle of tea leaves.
You look over at a set of wooden shelves, and lo and behold: dried ginger root, and a bottle of peppercorns. And there--there's a bulging cloth bag! You grab for it, just in case . . . and a cloud of yellow dust spurts out, coating your chubby face and fat paws.
"Hey! Don't be wasting it!" The leprechaun appears, quickly sealing the bag up before any more of the dust goes puffing out. "Just because ye found my saffron doesn't mean ye get to fling it all over the place."
"Saffron . . ." It takes a moment to sink through all the flab, but something about that word . . .
". . . as in golden saffron?"
Written by Luprand
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