Must admit this is cool. But where’s the wacky weed?
Nice. Where’s the grass?
“Grass? Any grass here? Well be that way then.”
Ooo. No way around the island or whatever it is from *this* direction. Don’t want my feetsies getting toasted!
“Anybody home?!” Rocky yells after going through a gap to reach the eastern side of the island. “Any grass around?! Any at all?!”
His calls echo around the volcanic mountains. More strange, non-communicating creatures appear.
He walks to the shoreline and looks out across the expanse of water. “Is that mainland?” he asks himself now. One way to find out.