06-26-2018, 11:17 PM
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The cub's ears flicked, a slight scowl on her face as she prowled over - really, half of them got gardening jobs this week? She doubted most plants could even survive in this polluted mess. Tail lashing behind her, she mumbled, "I'll take something, but I"m not digging." She'd rather do anything than get polluted, stinky gunk between her toes.