ABANDON THE SCENERY

The beast hummed, staring down the piece of papyrus on the table of the mess hall. It had a blueprint of a shed, and at the moment, they were trying to figure out what woods to use to construct this shed. Their golden caps clacked against the table, a wordless, agitated groan leaving them.

"What to use... what to use." They rumbled, growing more and more frustrated. Their tail lashed, and they snarled. "why is this so hard to think up? I'ts just wood!" their chin rested on the table and they groaned again, the tapping ceasing.