Greetings,

I have recently had the chance to speak with a dwarven pengn.

While the ambassador of pengns was quite small and a shade of purple, we
held a wonderful discussion in which he accused me of being a duck.

However, under hard interrogation, this thing revealed it's true form.
It has been deemed that pengns are close relatives and are allies of the
fowl menance.

Truely, such a dark day is that which we find another enemy to all that
is. Squirrels, Seagulls, Cows, Ducks, and now Pengns. We must work
dilligently to ensure that they do not ally against us in arms. All
people, from every city, commune, small village, hamlet, and that
despicable little man who sleeps near that rock on the edge of the
Ackelberry Road, near the bridge, should be prepared and readied to
defend themselves from these fowl and furry demons.

Hunters, prepare your weapons to kill these heretical things.
Mages, prepare you magics, magicks, and magiks to purge these mutant
buggers.
Butchers, prepare your cleavers to cleanse these unclean beasts.

Such a menance must be kept in mind at all times.

-Jigan

Please arrange the following letters in regards to spelling Pengns.

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Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Avechary, in the year 240 CE.