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Do not hunt rabbits in wide hilly meadows,

When you can smell rain on clear summer days.

For it might just be a Lepori Wyrm’s warren.

Hidden in burrow with tall grass most frayed.

Or Nibbling clover, maybe sleeping a spell.

It will cower so timid and flee with its kin.

Its Long ears flapping hide danger most fell.

For many fool hunters from it meet their end.

Please, however foolish and odd the beast might just look,

With the body of wyrm, but quite undercooked.

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Legs like a frog, the head of a rabbit,

Tail of a dog, Don’t you dare grab it.

Yes a sight that will make you titter in glee.

But listen dear hunter you should best just flee.

Though some say it's wit is dull as rock,

And can’t even catch the lamest of cock.

Please heed this warning, Hunter to be.

From beast, Man and Snare the Rabbits are free

For any who dare cause even a scare

Will be the Wyrm’s own prey! all hunters beware!

With white fire bright and vicious wrath hot,

Terrible claws bloody and teeth dripping rot

The Lepori Wyrm will fall in unending might

And slay all would be hunters that give its flock fright.

So do not hunt rabbits in wide hilly meadow,

Where you can smell rain in the air, yet see no cloud shadow.

For hunters you may find a fell end in pain.

For that might just be the warren,

Where Lepori Wyrm Reign.

-A tale of the Ulathin hinterlands.