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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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| Post 1 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Time to move on. Brooklyn had been waiting for those words. Definitely not all that ridiculous stuff about looking back and being glad they were made to handle manure, though. And that wasn’t even over yet, since she still had to actually use the bit she’d gathered in the bucket she was still staying as far away from as possible. She still had her sweater pulled up over her nose, too. That wasn’t changing until she knew it was absolutely safe. Probably not until class was over at this point.
She went over to get a watering can before she did anything else, after they’d been left to follow the next few steps. More stalling when it came to dealing with the manure. Of course they couldn’t have been lucky enough to have that as the bottom layer. It just had to be the top layer, but it meant it would be easier to stall dealing with that bucket. After she filed the watering can, she brought it back to her crate and buckets, looking at them again to decide what she’d use first. Tea bags. Yep. That would be the first layer, considering they’d been told to alternate. She spread out the tea bags over her twigs in the crate, before pulling the other two non-manure buckets over to her.
A layer of orange peels went on top of the tea bags, followed by a layer of flowers. She still didn’t know if it would make her compost smell any better, but she had to layer. And she had to alternate, which meant that was how she had to use her materials. She’d sprinkled water over the layers after that, taking her time. She was going to take as long as she could before using that last bucket at her station.
__________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥ |
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