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Grian skipped through a flower field, whistling a song to himself, when he spotted Doc standing in a goat herd.
He stopped.
What was Doc wearing??
Doc stood in the field, looking utterly ridiculous in a pink frock with a basket and shepherd's cane.
“Doc?” He called.
Doc looked over and then muttered something that sounded like a swear word under his breath, then shouted weakly, “Hi Grian.”
“What the heck happened?” Grian asked.
“I lost a bet with Ren and False and this is the consequence,” he huffed.
“A bet?”
“Yeah,” Doc sighed, “I bet them both that if I couldn't find what they were looking for in 5 minutes, I'd dress up like a shepherdess.”
Grian frowned, “What were they looking for?”
“Some stupid armour stand, I don't know man!” Doc yelled, annoyed, “And then False had it hidden somewhere in MY BASE!”
“That's dirty,” Grian agreed.
“So now I'm stuck here for an hour,” Doc finished, groaning.
“Well, while you're here you may as well actually the part,” Grian suggested, grinning.
“What do you mean?” Doc asked.
“Try yodelling,” Grian smirked.
Doc grabbed his shepherd's staff and chased Grian down the mountain.