02-09-2020, 01:38 PM
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A distant call, carried by an accusing and unfamiliar voice, interrupted his tireless search for a missing fly trap. Beck reared his head, huffing in annoyance. An assumed newcomer, as always. While he hasn't seen one in around six months, the battered founder still remembered the tedious work of greeting every new gullible face. Asking name and business became the generic welcome to all; the chore became utterly boring to him after a year of routine.
But he still found himself lured by curiosity. Muddy, aching paws limped to the source, wading through the muck until he halted in a bushel of broken cattails. The poltergeist shook grime from his fur like a wet dog before setting his blurred focus on the stranger. He remained silent as the other two did the dirty work, specifically the important information gathering he listened to with a slight scoff and eye roll. When their chatter lulled, he opened his scarred mouth, more interested in one odd detail that the savannah friends skimmed over. "Who's Daisy?"
But he still found himself lured by curiosity. Muddy, aching paws limped to the source, wading through the muck until he halted in a bushel of broken cattails. The poltergeist shook grime from his fur like a wet dog before setting his blurred focus on the stranger. He remained silent as the other two did the dirty work, specifically the important information gathering he listened to with a slight scoff and eye roll. When their chatter lulled, he opened his scarred mouth, more interested in one odd detail that the savannah friends skimmed over. "Who's Daisy?"