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. It was sticking out of his pouch, where any
thief might have snatched it."
"His pouch disappeared at the same time as the flute,"
said the boy. "It was YELLOW, just like the one you've got
around your neck!"
Tas grinned sheepishly. "Of course, THIS pouch is older
and more worn than the one your father carried," he said,
failing to remind Jespato that it had been some time since
he'd been to Spritzbriar. "But please give MY pouch to him
to replace his missing one." Tas pulled the strap over his
head and handed the pouch and the flute to the young boy.
He forced a big smile.
Jespato looked at Tas with great respect. "My father will
surely change his opinion of you when I give him your
present. Imagine: he said you're the type who'd snatch
candy-bubbles from children!"
The kender's face turned even redder. "I was just
borrowing them," he replied with deep embarrassment as he
reached into a red pouch and retrieved a dozen multi-
colored candy-bubbles. The children around him checked
their pockets and were startled to discover they were empty.
Tas sadly returned the tasty treats, saying weakly, "I didn't
want anyone to have his appetite spoiled."
Tas would have enjoyed playing that nifty flute, but he
was cheered by the children's willingness to share their
candy-bubbles with him and by the sight of eager faces
around him, anticipating his story
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