the world's worst oreo

Walk | Talk | Think

Antigone carefully navigated her way through the tar pits, avoiding the sticky mess as much as possible. She was cautious with each step, testing her footing before allowing her full weight to be placed on the paws moving forward. A slip into the goo would surely be a death sentence, and while it certainly would have been safer, and perhaps smarter, to avoid the area all together, she had been lured in. Perhaps she would find something to hold her attention for a while.

Up ahead, she saw a large form crouched beside a pit with stacks of rocks lined up beside him, with a layer of tar slathered between the stones. She stood back for a moment to watch, wondering silently what he was doing before she decided that simply speculating from a distance was a waste of time. She moved towards him, her pace slightly faster now that she had a purpose, whereas before she had simply been wandering with no set destination. She stopped a short distance to the side of him, her gaze flickering towards the stones once more. ”Arts and crafts project?” She questioned, a slight smirk tugging the corners of her mouth, waiting expectantly for the stranger to explain himself.