Grobel peeked inside its statuesque friend to see if anyone had put a soul in there yet. Funder had yet to move since they met, but Grobel could tell a friend when it saw one. Usually they sat in silence, each one's memories a cloud questioning the present. Grobel had tried to help Funder find a soul so then they could walk around together, but it's trail of overturned pebbles and leaves only produced worms and dirt. Grobel started telling stories to pass the time. Each tale took on a life of its own, and soon Funder seeped with souls.
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