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Lucky Stone
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>Get to work
If they’re not going to set up the traps, I guess I have to do everything myself. I cram my belly with fresh food and then start digging.
The humid air begins to heat up and I find myself panting from exertion. This is harder than it looks, but I have to do it, I have to!
“Hey Windy, there you are. We were wondering why you were acting so weird when you came home yesterday.”
Grass perches on the edge of the pit as he chews on his breakfast, knocking a clump of dirt back down on top of me. I ball up my fists but pointedly ignore him. Let Grass realize he’s a hypocrite who neglected the mission.
“Windy? Hey Windy, are you mad at me or something?”
>Confront
“Yes! I am! While I was risking my life leading the chameleon to our trap as we agreed, you three were lying in the sun like lazy idiots! I thought you wanted to kill him, but I guess you’re not even taking that seriously! I have to do everything myself, I guess!”
Grass swallows his mouthful of forage. “It was fucking hot and we were tired, dude. We can’t just dig a deep hole and fill it with sharpened sticks and then cover it up in one day. You said you were just going to flaunt yourself around town a little yesterday, none of us were expecting you to find the chameleon that fast.”
I suddenly feel very stupid. I’m still so angry I want to cry, but the righteousness has been taken out of my anger. Grass shakes his head and jumps down into the trench with me.
“Can’t believe you thought we were being lazy when you’re the one who’s been a pet for who knows how long. That snake seriously scrambled your brain, Wind. Honestly, if you want to actually work today I’d be happy to take a stroll around town, sounds way easier.”
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