Pop Goes The Weasel

Rain peeked around the corner and narrowed his eyes as he thought of their best strategy. He could smell the stink of weasel urine even from a distance and he momentarily wrinkled his nose before returning his attention to Pyrrhic. “Well. We’ll never catch them all if we try to go after them, we’ll have to make them come to us." He looked at the rooms surrounding them and quickly inspected the doors. Many of them had rotted away but one in particular had remained undamaged through the years and smelled distinctly of cedar. He tested the door’s mobility with his paw, gently pushing it back and forth, with a contemplative expression. The hinges creaked horrendously, but the door itself moved quickly enough.

“Do you know if there’s any snakes in the food stores? I'll need one, preferably a big one” He asked distractedly, his bicolored eyes now inspecting the room itself. There was one window several feet above the floor, too far for even Rain to reach if he stood on his hind legs. The room also held several chairs and desk pushed up against the stone wall. It wasn’t as bare as he would have liked but it would have to do.

speaking Thinking   You