He always seemed to be hiding behind bushes.
No not that one (SWING!). *This* one.
Because he himself was a bush. Not yet burning but hopefully soon. The Sun was very very hot today. Perhaps today would be the day….
He moves on, trying to find…
OH SHITE, it happened!
Tasteless smell-less Robert Drake Johns had had enough. 5 was his limit for mud cake pies! He pushed it just enough toward Guyd, who quickly grabbed it up and ran. “Thanks!” she purred back at the gluttonous, lime green robot. The stench was all over it. “Mine mine mine!” he cried, his eyes beacons in the dark, but Guyd had already exited the cave room. 3 hours later, bumbling and stumbling through the maze, she found Rebl back in Wabe. Or was it Wabd now?
Rebl was pleased (!!). She took one bite, spat it on the ground, dug a little hole for the thing, covered it up, and put a little tombstone on top that read “shite”. “It’s a dog’s dinner,” she pronounced through painful wincing, and went to retch in a corner while holding a thumb’s up. Success!
Second fiddle no more. She was ready to meet Bush. Either one would do, but she’d prefer the Sun. The burny one.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0213, End of Time+, Georgia
Tagged as Bushes^*+, DOG DINNER, Guy Benjamin/Guyd^^+^*%, Guyd^^+, Parasol^^+%%, Rebl^^+, Robert Drake Johns^*~~~#, SHITE, TOMBSTONE
He approached the other bush cautiously. “Are you my son?” He waited. “I’m looking for my son.”
The wind continued to blow.
Sunklands