“Everything’s food for something” Evarsi added. “It’s sad but it happens.” She gave the head a poke and huffed. Well it can’t stay here- still- she didn’t particularly want to pick it up. “Wonder how it got here though?” She frowned. “Anyone see anything?”
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On Sunday, October 14, 2018, Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...
> Food or not, Almira didn't want to look at the thing again, for fear of gagging again. "It was a kitten. What if it was someone's pet?"
"Then someone wasn't doing a good job looking after it," Phyllia
stated, getting some control over her nerves. She had no intention of
looking at that *thing* again, but at least she wasn't screaming
again. "More likely it was a feral thing from the stables."
Still. Definitely not something pleasant to wake up to.
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown