"Tickets, please?"

Shit! Thought George as he looked desperately for a place to hide. A conductor llama was coming down the train, stamping everyone's tickets, but George didn't have one.

Just then, as he started to panic and the conductor came closer and closer, he saw what he was looking for.
A luggage compartment.
He jumped in quicker than you can say "Turtle-Llama", and shut it just as the conductor came to his aisle.

George waited for the conductor to pass, holding his breath until he heard hooves clopping away and the words "Tickets, please" becoming more and more distant. He let out a sigh of relief and was about to open the door when he heard a soft male voice.
"Heheheh...glad to see I'm not the only one hiding~"

The turtle-llama jumped and looked around to see who had spoken. "Who...who are you?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The other voice chuckled. "Heheheh...I'm Andrew. I'm a bird. What about you?"
"Well...I'm George." George said softly. "I'm a turtle-llama."
"A turtle-llama, eh?" Andrew said calmly. "Never hearda that one before."

"Nobody ever really has. I'm the first of my kind, you see."

"No, I don't see. It's too dark in here."

"R-right. Anyways, a-are you exploring Abearica too?"

"Yep. Ya wanna join forces? As they say, two heads are better than one~"

"S-sure..."

"Great! Now, do you know where this train leads to?"

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