Valentino ran towards the festival grounds, one paw holding a bag, another hurriedly counting the glim in his pouch. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twe– woah!!” Valentino said as he tripped on an inconvenient rock in the dirt path he was on. As he fell, he watched in horror as the glim scattered onto the ground. “Wonderful! Now I got my Glim dirty..” Valentino sighed, dusting himself off and picking up the small, metallic tokens off of the ground. After he picked them all up, he not...