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Sparx’s home was located on the far end of the village, closer to the Silver River. It was a large tree stump that served as his house; covered, or surrounded by a multitude of mushrooms and flowers. “Home sweet home…” A smile crept up onto his face before he reached the front door then ultimately, poked his head inside. “Hello? Ma? Pop? Anyone home?” Sparx fluttered inside what was the living den. He then stopped and turned around when he hears a sharp gasp. He saw his Mom holding a cup b