The Rescuer

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I slowly wandered a little farther. Why hadn't I asked Dipper to come with me? Now I was hopelessly lost in the forest.

Crunch, crunch.

I froze. Those weren't my footsteps...they continued, and there were lots of them. Everywhere.

"Oh, Mabel!" A familiar voice called.

"Jeff!" I whined, spinning to face the tiny bearded dude. "For the last time, I'm not your queen!"

"Whatever, we'll make you!" Jeff grinned evilly.

I backed up straight into more gnomes. Everywhere I turned to run, there were more. I was trapped.

"Let me go!" I screeched as gnomes started pulling me down.

"I will never-hey, ow!" Jeff yelled at no one in particular.

The gnomes followed, and I heard a chorus of "ow"s. Someone was fighting them off. But who?

Then that little weird one-was it...Schmebulock? Yeah-leapt at me put of nowhere, he was going to hit me...

Then someone tackled me and I fell to the ground as Schmebulock hit a tree instead.

My head hit a tree root and everything went black, but I could barely see the outline of my rescuer fleeing into the woods.

I needed to somehow thank them.

But I didn't know who they were.

((Okay this is better.))

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