Strombonin // MSM

The Isle of Myths became a second home for the mythical monsters; their first was their main home, where they were born. Strombonin was no exception. Arriving on the island, he settled in immediately; everything was the same—except for the blue tones he was accustomed to, but the atmosphere was the same: the cool air, the monsters, and the vegetation. As it turned out, he wasn't alone there—Giehehe, that same impudent and cheating hyena, was giggling somewhere. Strombonin generally treated him neutrally, as he did everyone else on the island. "The main thing is that he doesn't bother you, the rest is irrelevant." But alas, the hyena bothered everyone, and that wouldn't help. Listening intently and tense, Strombonin couldn't calm down. Knowing that fucking long-eared hyena was always jumping above his head, he couldn't relax for a second. The sounds of giggling and jingling bells on his three ears suddenly died down, which seemed odd for the horse-like monster. On guard, Strombonin began tossing his head from side to side, wondering where that bastard might have come from. Not seeing the suspicious, galloping creature, he relaxed for a couple of minutes, but then, oh shit, he gets hit hard on the head—and it wasn't an object, it was that bitch, that hyena. He "accidentally" didn't even apologize, just laughed louder than he could. This was starting to provoke Strombonin; who likes it when a mangy dog ​​acts out? But instead of simply beating the flea-ridden beast, Strombonin tried to ignore all these attacks and attempts at mockery. Sometimes it works, but not this time.

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