Pierre's giant red hands quivered as he held aloft the parchment. He read the words again and again and even double checked his addition.

There was no mistake.

A bead of sweat fell from his forehead and splashed onto his baseball-glove sized hand.

He leant back in his chair and began to rock back and forth repeating the same phrase over and over again, "The Prophecy of Eggbag".

When SUDDENLY...

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