Tossed Naked To The Scorpions

…Oh hell no

The Doclopedia #2,927

366 Days, 366 Paragraphs: #166

Chapter Fifteen: Lunch Among The Chickens

It was after noon and Bevan was six hours into his second day of shoveling shit. He had worked at worse jobs in his life, but not many. He had stopped smelling anything but old chicken manure hours ago. He was also filthy, hungry and ready to leave this Town. He figured that he had about 4 hours left before this job was done, at which point he was going to take a very long bath, then see how much ale he could drink. Or he might just fall asleep in the bathtub and drown.

He was taking a break and thinking about asking Mrs. Ufflunder if she had any of those breakfast biscuits left, when Dree and Ala walked up to the chicken yard fence. He waved at them and they waved back.

“I was coming to see how you were doing and met Dree bringing you lunch,” Ala shouted from 50 yards away. “I brought a bottle of ale, too.”

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