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Chapter Three : Dosu


The moldy Patchouli was clear : take the left path. You ignore the two others and begin going along the river stream. In the horizon, nothing but water and trees, and the air, only the song of birds and bugs echoes through the woods.
You keep advancing for what seems to be a long time. Your widdle fweet begin to feel weary as you reach another crossroads.
This time only two directions are available : you can keep following the river, or go deeper into the forest.
You decide to afford yourself a little pause to think about what to do next. You do a long stretch-stretch to sften the bean paste that constitute your bowels, and then flip to your backside, exposing your anyaru to mister sun. You then excrete a sizeable quantity of mister poo-poo on the ground, an act which fills you with an intense feeling of liberation and relaxation.
"Refreshed !" you exclaim as the last bits of expired bean paste leave your body.

As you get back up, you distance yourself from the stinking pile of excrements, and focus your attention on the road once more. The solution now seems obvious to you : you should go deep inside the forest, because that's where Patchouli said Dosu lives. Patchouli only told you to go left to avoid the dangers that surely lied in waiting along the more direct road.
"Let's continue easy !" you announce, and go back to waddling along the beaten path.

This part of the forest is darker than the rest, as the dense vegetation blocks much of the sunlight. This place seems pretty much abandonned by mister humans : aong the way, you see some sculptures they made, now green with moss.
You keep advancing and advancing, deeper and deeper into the forest. You can't tell how long you've been walking now, but your instincts make you continue at a steady pace, as this place has a powerful atmosphere, both protective and calming. This forest is indeed easy, filled with hiding places and food : a perfect place for yukkuris.
You now hear whispers and echoes through the woods. Not only bugs and birds, but also voices forming words. You recognize yukkuris voices : they're all around you, expressing joice and sadness, pain and pleasure, need and fulfillment. Dozens, hundreds maybe, of yukkuris inhabit this part of the woods, the deepest aprts of the Easy Forest.

You then actually see the first yukkuris you've come accross since the cave of the moldy yukkuris. Three little Alices forming a little line are crssing the path, going from one patch of bushes to the other. You decide to hail them :
"Hey, little ones !"
They stop and stare at you, the first one, probably the eldest, suddenly puffing, the two other looking scared.
"Take it easy ! " you exclaim.
They suddenly relax, seeing you're not a threat.
"Chake id eajy !" they loudly answer all at once.
Before you can even open your mouth, the eldest sister begins to talk.
"Aliche and her cude liddle shwishters are going hunting for a chity-shect Mishter Treajure !"
"Chitty-shect !" the second one repeats.
"Big shish ij a great hunter !" the third one affirms proudly.
You smile at such youthful enthusiasm. Those three remind you of you and your little sisters, back in the time when you formed a happy family. But now, the happiness of other yukkuris weighs on your shoulders.
"Little ones, do you know where Dosu is ?"
"Yu !"
"Yu !"
"Dosu is this way easy !"
The eldest Alice points down the road you're already taking. You feel proud about yourself for not getting lost.
You thank the young Alices, and watch them continue their way through the vegetation, in quest of a beautiful treasure. You go further down the path, and the echoes of voices become louder and louder.

(cont.)