 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
"Yes, well, I'm quite fond of my face and legs too. And I doubt there are alligators in here," he glared at the swamp dubiously. He rolled up his sweater sleeves, not that it mattered since he wasn't going in, and readied his spoon-shovel.
And then he poked the edge of the swamp. It wasn't very dramatic, but just in case there were creatures living in it he certainly didn't want them to leap out at him. No he did not. A few more pokes and he gained enough confidence to take a step closer and jab the digging end of the spoon into the mucky water.
"Maybe it's just dirty water," he speculated, but as soon as he said it the spoon nudged something that definitely wasn't water, dirt, or a rock. "Huh?" |