Storyteller Michael-Scott Earle
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Tamer Chapter 3 Scene 9 ROUGH What do you think?
🕑 Added 2021-09-10 13:23:26 +0000 UTCOnce I was off my feet, I used my hat to fan myself and soon got lost in daydreaming and mindless staring. I may have drifted off or just zoned out until my extreme thirst snapped me back to reality. The sun was definitely getting dimmer compared to earlier in the day, so I estimated lots of time slipped by since I sat down.
“Nice. Kill yourself by daydreaming,” I said, but I didn’t bother to answer myself.
My hat must have slipped from my fingers at some point, and I reached down to grab it, but one of the little bird-things had hopped inside and squatted there like it was a nest.
I gave it a stern look. “Seriously? You have the whole jungle, and you have to sit there?”
It cocked its head like it was listening to me while those beady black eyes seemingly comprehended my words.
