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How about something bad? Something curse granting? That was always a possibility with strange headless statues-- but Ruddock wouldn't play such a trick on poor little Reilly, would he? Aelyrian physics intact, the statue shattered upon impact with the solid floor, sending rock and wood chips flying a few inches off the ground. Out of the shattered rubble rolled out an olive turtle with an emerald shell. The turtle landed on its back and kicked all four of its plump legs in the air, rocking on it shell to roll back onto its feet.
"A little help please? I hate to be on my back. Feth."
A talking turtle. Better than a headless gnome.
"I really don't bite. Some people think turtles bite and carry all sorts of germs. Well I'm no ordinary turtle. Help me a bit then I'll grant you a wish. Heck I'll grant both of you a wish, one each. Promise!"
The turtle had a squeaky man's voice.
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