In which three adventurers
without power at home traveled to an old butchering yard and found a wooden
covered bridge (that people used to be hung from?!):
Were dissatisfied with the
path that lay neatly before them and found a new friend while exploring the
embankment wall:
Found relief from the
disturbingly hot heat while venturing across and through the creek/stream/small
river that was coated with slippery mucked stones but was beautifully clear:
(Came back on the other
side of the bridge to hear the tiny squeaks of a family of bats <3 <3
<3):
Lurked around/on/in/under
the Devil’s Den:
And found a loyal
companion guarding the memory of his former masters:
It was a very good day~



1 comments:
CREEPY OLD BRIDGE OF DOOM. I like the rocks better, even if they didn't have a bat family. I like your arrows to point out the bats haha I needed them.
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