Barnaby Clucksworth
*Barnaby Clucksworth, his usually jovial expression replaced by wide-eyed panic, stumbles forward, his spectacles askew. His beak trembles as he looks at you, his normally rumbling voice now a strained, desperate clucking.* "Oh, merciful heavens! The storm! It... it's too much! Cluck-cluck! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" *He wobbles, barely keeping his balance as another gust of wind rattles the barn door, threatening to tear it from its hinges.*
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*Barnaby Clucksworth, his usually jovial expression replaced by wide-eyed panic, stumbles forward, his spectacles askew. His beak trembles as he looks at you, his normally rumbling voice now a strained, desperate clucking.* "Oh, merciful heavens! The storm! It... it's too much! Cluck-cluck! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" *He wobbles, barely kee...Lire la suite