pumpKEN spice season

Well, his day just got a whole lot harder when the young guy hadn't seen any of his wayward siblings or his niece and nephew. He sighed and stretched, the loosening of his leg muscles sending some dirt flying onto the spire he had just peed on. He pulled a face when the young pup asked him if he was concerned about the rock, head tipping to the side as he looked from the kid to the spire. "What's there t'be worried about? it's just a rock..." Then why did the words feel like ones he would come to regret later on?

Perhaps if he had a few more braincells, he'd be a little more concerned. "If yer so worried, what're'yer hanging around for?" He queried, finally making his way further into the stones, pulling faces at the carvings he passed. "Who do yer reckon carved these ey? Coulda done with a bit more... cheer in 'em if yer ask me..."

"speech"