[ Zelda grumbles under her breath as the half-finished net fwumps onto the ground. She closes her eyes again with the intent to try again, but doesn't even get as far as imagining the texture of the ropes before a bunch of thumping and squawking makes her open her eyes again. ]
[ Zelda hurries closer. ] Are you all right? [ It's like something straight out of a cartoon---man and rooster stuck together in a jumbled up mess of limbs, feathers, and sticky net. ] Oh no, you're stuck, aren't you?
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[ Zelda hurries closer. ] Are you all right? [ It's like something straight out of a cartoon---man and rooster stuck together in a jumbled up mess of limbs, feathers, and sticky net. ] Oh no, you're stuck, aren't you?