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[It's a cloudy mid-morning on THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, and the town is bustling as always. Many people are quite excited about the second batch of new arrivals; though they're not getting quite the celebration the first round got, they still might find themselves being greeted by bizarrely friendly folk.

Out of place is a number of geese scattered around town, each with their own little messenger bag packed full of rolled up parchment. They're putting the papers up all over, on fence posts and market stalls and storefronts, even stuffing them into mailboxes and leaving them on benches. Each paper is nearly identical, with large, blocky font and the occasional inky feather mark.

LOST
SEVERAL ITEMS OF GREAT IMPORT

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN FROM OUR HOMES THE FOLLOWING THINGS

ONE GOOSE-SIZED NIGHT CAP
THREE TEACUPS (PINK AND YELLOW FISH PRINT)
EXACTLY SEVEN AND A QUARTER LEFT SOCKS
AN APPLE CRUMBLE

IF FOUND PLEASE CONTACT
ADELICIA VON FARTHINGTON (THE FIFTH)
AT THE NORTH BANK OF THE LAKE

If stopped, the geese will be more than happy to talk at great length about how terrible this all is. Strangely, there appear to be a few other people and animals poking around as though looking for something, or acting a bit sullen for such an otherwise joyful day.]

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First swans, now geese...

[Why are there so many? Mogget is wandering around invisibly, as is his habit in the city now, and while there are always talking animals around, the geese usually stick to the lake. He reads the message, rolls his eyes, then decides to amuse himself by becoming visible not a few feet away from two of the geese, in a cat form that's three times his usual size, more like a leopard than a domestic cat.

Because why not. His eyes are fixed on the geese in a distinctly predatory fashion...]

[How incredibly rude! There's a flurry of panicked honking and feathers once he becomes visible, which draws a number of disapproving looks from the other villagers milling around.

Of course, as soon as they're calmed down again, one of them looks ready to smack him on the nose.]

Cats! Honestly.

[The panicked reaction is what Mogget was looking for, and he doesn't try to hide his amusement. He's not sorry.]

Oh, don't mind me.

[He slinks past them, though not quite within smacking distance.]

"Don't mind me," he says. "Don't mind me!"

[Oh, those geese are so indignant, ruffled feathers and all.]

That's just plain impolite.

[Mogget pauses, facing the geese... then begins shrinking. At first it seems he's reverting to his usual form as a small white cat, but he gets smaller and smaller until within a few seconds he's disappeared altogether.

Mogget has enjoyed a tasty goose in the past, but luckily his mischief here won't extend that far. He's gone, for now.]