06-16-2020, 06:18 PM
A BED BIG ENOUGH TO SLEEP IN AS I ROLL AROUND AT NIGHT
"I need ya to clear out the windmill by the farm. It broke down a long time ago and it don't function like it's supposed to, but we've been usin' it as a storage unit for grain, flour, tools, booze, and foodstuffs. All of that stuff can be moved to the town square - from now on, the windmill will be used to store buildin' materials."
Keter had run off to set to work near immediately, ready and happy to help where needed. They made a beeline for the farm, cracking open the old windmill door. They immediately sneezed, from all the dust flying into their face. The wolfdog took their time, removing the materials from the windmill, careful not to spill flour or grains. They organized everything into their own categories, and soon set to work bringing it all to the town square. They'd enlisted the help of one of the horses that roamed the farm freely, by lasso-ing a rope around its neck and underneath, creating a rudimentary harness. They'd roughly tied it to one of the trailers that lay about, after loading it up with some of their cargo.
Now, the question was, how to make the horse, well. Go. They tried nipping at its ankles (they found out they had zero herding dog in them this way, after being nearly kicked in the head twice.), and tempting it with a play bow, and then they were just.... out of ideas. They'd considered using a trail of apples, but there really weren't that many on hand. They sat, just to think for a moment, before heading over to the fields, setting their paws to the dirt and digging up a carrot. They tied it to a stick, and held the stick in between their jaws, keeping the carrot just out of reach.
And just like that, they were on the move.
it didn't take long for them to bring most of the materials into town, especially with the tease of a juicy carrot, and a strong horse to carry the cart, but it was tough work. Upon reaching town, they'd let the horse take a good bite of the vegetable, and let them eat the rest of it while they unloaded the cart. For the returning trip, they did the same once more, tying a carrot to a stick and leading the horse forward.
The day was nearly over by the time the windmill had been cleared out, and they'd even taken the liberty to dust the floor with their tail. At the end of their task, Keter had released the horse from the ropes, and gave it a few more extra carrots for its assistance. They'd taken it upon themself to collapse into a pile of hay as the sun sunk below the horizon, as the stars grew more visible in the absence of that light.
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Keter had run off to set to work near immediately, ready and happy to help where needed. They made a beeline for the farm, cracking open the old windmill door. They immediately sneezed, from all the dust flying into their face. The wolfdog took their time, removing the materials from the windmill, careful not to spill flour or grains. They organized everything into their own categories, and soon set to work bringing it all to the town square. They'd enlisted the help of one of the horses that roamed the farm freely, by lasso-ing a rope around its neck and underneath, creating a rudimentary harness. They'd roughly tied it to one of the trailers that lay about, after loading it up with some of their cargo.
Now, the question was, how to make the horse, well. Go. They tried nipping at its ankles (they found out they had zero herding dog in them this way, after being nearly kicked in the head twice.), and tempting it with a play bow, and then they were just.... out of ideas. They'd considered using a trail of apples, but there really weren't that many on hand. They sat, just to think for a moment, before heading over to the fields, setting their paws to the dirt and digging up a carrot. They tied it to a stick, and held the stick in between their jaws, keeping the carrot just out of reach.
And just like that, they were on the move.
it didn't take long for them to bring most of the materials into town, especially with the tease of a juicy carrot, and a strong horse to carry the cart, but it was tough work. Upon reaching town, they'd let the horse take a good bite of the vegetable, and let them eat the rest of it while they unloaded the cart. For the returning trip, they did the same once more, tying a carrot to a stick and leading the horse forward.
The day was nearly over by the time the windmill had been cleared out, and they'd even taken the liberty to dust the floor with their tail. At the end of their task, Keter had released the horse from the ropes, and gave it a few more extra carrots for its assistance. They'd taken it upon themself to collapse into a pile of hay as the sun sunk below the horizon, as the stars grew more visible in the absence of that light.
[div style="width: 62%;font-family: georgia;font-size: 8pt;color: #hexcode;text-align: right;margin-top: -5px;"]code by spacexual