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Health
30/30

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There was this strange thing, sat above their head. Just out of reach. Maybe two or three jumps higher into the air than they could perform. A caracal, maybe. Not so much a dog. Head tilted, Quincy looked from here to there, searching for any sort of tool to knock these hooked yellow bastards out of the sky. It was not the first time they had seen something like this- a vegetable, they thought- in this big forest. They’d eaten berries, tried their best to fish in the pools to very little avail. This looked like it could be very filling, if they played their cards right.

Her thin forelimbs were careful on the side of the tree, pressing against it to support her weight. Maybe she could climb? But then she would fall and hit more than her ass on the ground which must have been six or seventeen feet away. A frown tugged at the far corners of her upper lip, annoyed. Now now, Quince, how’s you plannin’ to get up there.. Looking around the not-quite-clearing, she tried to locate any rocks or sturdy trash to stand on for a better shot. If you had the time, you’d think to build some stairs. You ain’t got no tools or nothing though, no reason to think about where... Thinking aloud, she paced. Maybe, maybe! In her rampage through the underbrush, she unearthed a frog as it hopped away to safety. A couple of bugs.. Knocked down a spider web, too.. God damn, how many animals lived in this grass?

Ears perked and they turned back to the tree, an idea settled in their head. They were going to RUN up the base of the tree(hear her out) and then they were going to GRAB the yellow things(okay) and then they were going to fall BACK down on the grass. Yes. They would pile it up like soft bedding and crash down onto it and NOT break their legs. They would start with this stuff here, and bent down as if to graze. Picking up blades of grass with their mouth, they scampered back over to the base of the tree, patting it down.