05-31-2018, 03:22 AM
Morgan appeared as if on cue, keeping its distance from the long-rotten food as it neared Iota. "I can help," it offered, wagging its fluffy cream tail. "Fruity ice pop social...?" It wondered for a moment what the term could possibly mean; the combination of "fruity" and "ice" seemed to make sense, though "pop" and "social" did not. At least understanding the gist of it, the samoyed stepped close to Iota and sniffed at the seeds she was holding. "What are these?" it prodded, its curiosity piqued.
Following its questions, the dog added, "There is some clean water near town. No gators. Farm there?" As Morgan knew little about farms, its suggestion was uncertain, though still hopeful. It was prepared to purify more water if Iota would rather the farm be made somewhere else.
Following its questions, the dog added, "There is some clean water near town. No gators. Farm there?" As Morgan knew little about farms, its suggestion was uncertain, though still hopeful. It was prepared to purify more water if Iota would rather the farm be made somewhere else.