Feb 3, 2020
@higgstwin The constant is such a strange thing to be in. First there was winter activities to do, and now there were these strange root-rats, for lack of knowing what those roots were, running about and getting into things. And by getting into things, they were just making holes in the ground. Still annoying when you get so lost in your own writings that you step in one of those holes and trip. The jump in that population was a mystery to him, so he got lost in his own thoughts once again. He wasn’t too far from Vincent and Veronica, making a decent thud as his body hit the ground ground flat with his shoe stuck in the hole. What a wonderful day this was shaping up to be...