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"Come on human.
Human take my hand,
don't fear the squeaker,
you can be like we are,
don't fear the squeaker,
human I'm you're raaaaat..." #rats #petrats #ratSongs

Kiri is on watch while his brothers sleep.

Watching you. #rats #petrats

I spent fifteen minutes today attempting to get a decent rat pic.

Here you go. #rats #petrats

The elves went into the West? Clearly they emigrated to America.

Eventually, orcs followed.

Detroit, 1927. Orcs fight Prohibition, avoid police, and labor hard for their children. All while doing their best to navigate the narrow human world. Men drive fancy Dodges and Cadillacs; orcs squeeze into fourth-hand Model Ts. Dwarves dominate the skilled trades; orcs push brooms. And behind everything, elves make it their life’s work to deny orcs have worth.

To be an orc is to endure, but when the world tries to deny even that, an orc must act.

And Uruk-Tai will do anything for his family.

"Prohibition Orcs" and "Frozen Talons" -- available everywhere. With magnificent covers.

Find them at Amazon (https://amzn.to/3ty7zCi) or check my web site for a bunch of other stores (https://mwl.io/fiction/fantasy#po1)

My guys get boxes to hide in, chew, and play on. I fill them with torn-up paper towel for padding and cozy.

The other guys promptly heap all the paper into a giant fluffy and ensconce themselves within.

Doolan? "Bare floor, please." #rats #petrats

Halloumi has inspected every bit of his fur that he can see. Other than the black spot on his back and a tiny black dot on his tummy, he's 100% white.

If he sits still in the hanging basket, he's certain he's invisible. #rats #petrats

I ordered 13 of each #prohibitionOrcs paperback for Kickstarter fulfillment. What did Ingram send me?

This proves it: INGRAM IS RUN BY ELVES.