Well, given that the Monster Bread is in the pool in the Squid Storage Room with the Other Squid, its lifespan is probably limited. (Monster Bread doesn’t hold up well in water, but it’s too stupid to realise that.)
I think Mariah sould be okay… she’s probably only needs some rest and then a nice snack or two.
Given the way half the doors around here are hanging off their hinges, I think the goats took things into their own hands, so to speak.
But that reminds me. Let’s go down to the mountain door and sit on the grass. Maybe we can seak away and be free of this place.
:: They get up and go out through the stairwell. In the lower room, they find the goat. ::
How did that goat get down the stairs?
They can climb hills, you know.
But that’s mountain goats, not regular goats!!
:: The mountain door is still open… but what a difference. A steady rain is falling outside, and the great trees on the far valley slope are vailed in grey mist. A sharp humid wind blows into the room. The door is banging back and forth between the jamb and the rock that holds it open. The goat seems reluctant to go near it. ::
Time for another adventure. And this time, no squck. In fact, I’ll kill any duck or suid that I see. And we can leave this whole ordeal (and possibly thos thread) in the past.
pssssst You guys don’t want to follow. Trust me on this. They are taking **sneezy ** to the mumble mumble… and then they’re gonna… mumble… with tubes… mumble… and an ox… mumble… so, yeah, its gonna get ugly.