It's all to much!

She fainted, it wasnt heroic or glamorous, it might have been a reaction to being hit the rock rather than the image of a child size monster hissing at her but whatever the reason it probably saved Mary's life.

For the second time that day Mary awoke to blurry vision and a massive headache. Not helped by the fact that her feet were bound with the the strap from her satchel, that looked suspicously like it had been gnawed from the pack. But atleast her hands were free, this greenskin might be sneaky but it wasnt very bright.

It was inquisitive inquisitive however and was currently prodding her with a twig, wich then it snapped, it picked up her trowel and started prodding her with that. This continued until the gnoblar farted, dropped the trowel and returned to eating her freshly gather supplies.

As she watched the diminutive gnoblar polished off most of the remaining vegetables before starting to scrath itself. And judging from the state of its clothes it was unsuprising that it was itchy.

But something odd did happen, as the gnoblar itched, it started to scratch its crotch, at length, until it provoked a reaction. Having never seen a gnoblar before, Mary did not know that they were often chronic masterbaters and this was the opeing scene of what would normally be a long session of self-pleasure. But this time it was different.