Entirely Too Happy (OTA)
"I shot the sheriff." Wendy's voice rang out as he walked back down his favorite place in the house. The lake. Only this time, he decided to take a walk around the surrounding area of the house.
He cruised around the winding unbeaten paths, and found some trees to climb. Some bushes to pick at, just normal things to log into his mind and create a mental map of the surrounding area. Or whatever area he could venture into, all the while singing Bob Marley. Somewhere along the way he had found a stick and used it to pick into random bushes to try and find animals that would live around there. He found birds, some raccoon poops, other kinds of animal poop. Mushrooms, which he plucked and proceed to rip to shreds as he walked along his made up path.
"But I did not shoot the deputy." he mused to himself tossing the stump of a mushroom before he caught something move in a bush. He stopped, but kept singing softly.
"All around - in my hometown..." he tilted his head and moved closer to whatever it was in the bush, holding his mock walking stick, "They're tryin' to track me down... want to bring me in - guil-ty."
He brought up the stick in his hand and gave whatever it was beyond the bush and trees a rather rough jab with a stick.
"Hello?"
He cruised around the winding unbeaten paths, and found some trees to climb. Some bushes to pick at, just normal things to log into his mind and create a mental map of the surrounding area. Or whatever area he could venture into, all the while singing Bob Marley. Somewhere along the way he had found a stick and used it to pick into random bushes to try and find animals that would live around there. He found birds, some raccoon poops, other kinds of animal poop. Mushrooms, which he plucked and proceed to rip to shreds as he walked along his made up path.
"But I did not shoot the deputy." he mused to himself tossing the stump of a mushroom before he caught something move in a bush. He stopped, but kept singing softly.
"All around - in my hometown..." he tilted his head and moved closer to whatever it was in the bush, holding his mock walking stick, "They're tryin' to track me down... want to bring me in - guil-ty."
He brought up the stick in his hand and gave whatever it was beyond the bush and trees a rather rough jab with a stick.
"Hello?"