“Rough appendages thrust themselves into the murky pond-water, and the weird, un-webbed tendrils quested around for their prize. Edith tried to hunker down in the mud, flattening herself against the mud-slick bottom of the pond, her bulbous eyes rolling around to track their motion, but to no avail. Scooped up in the fleshy net of the Strangeling’s hands, she was lifted from her comfort and into the hot, dry air. ”

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