Great Big Globs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts
08-12-2018, 05:25 PM
Humming contentedly, Geoffrey skipped from a nearby bush to a small, muddy puddle. He plopped down beside it and happily flung the leaves he'd collected into it. The puddle was full of mucky lumps whose origins weren't all immediately identifiable. Some, like twigs, were easy to identify. Others, like the small, spiny lump beside it were a little harder to identify. The little brown spikes that stuck through the muck could be the barbed spines of a burr. Or, equally as likely, they were the legs of a beetle. It was hard to say which was true.
And it didn't really matter, because seconds after the leaves were added Geoffrey picked up a big rock and started to grind it into the muck. Leaves, twigs and beetles/burrs were crushed under the weight of the rock. After awhile the pieces were nearly indistinguishable from one another and the puddle took on a creamy, frothy texture.
Satisfied, Geoffrey stepped back to look his handiwork over. It was medicine. Good, in his mind, for all problems. He didn't have anyone in mind to give it to, but he thought it was a good idea to keep it on hand just in case.
And it didn't really matter, because seconds after the leaves were added Geoffrey picked up a big rock and started to grind it into the muck. Leaves, twigs and beetles/burrs were crushed under the weight of the rock. After awhile the pieces were nearly indistinguishable from one another and the puddle took on a creamy, frothy texture.
Satisfied, Geoffrey stepped back to look his handiwork over. It was medicine. Good, in his mind, for all problems. He didn't have anyone in mind to give it to, but he thought it was a good idea to keep it on hand just in case.
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