Pale skin that had once mocked mortality shifted to an emerald gleam. Hair greened and parted to make way for two stubby goat horns. Imitation clothing faded to reveal a spindly, long-limbed body. Thick hair as green as that on his head cascaded over his shoulders and sprouted from his knees, elbows, tops of his feet, and backs of his hands. Lips curled and pointed in a beaky grin beneath his bulbous nose. The trickster of legends looked around satisfied, and breathed deeply the sweet air of home. Then with a powerful leap, he was lost in the painted canopy as though he had never been.

- Excerpt from Goodfellow

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