Kat Dancing

I love it when they put the newbie cows out by the road. There's nothing better than watching a whole herd of beef cattle running away with their tails stuck straight up in the air going "AIEEE! The scary loud MONSTER ON WHEELS is coming for me!"

I mean, soon enough they'll have learned that the Wheel Monster never leaves its Magic Black Snake, and soon after that they'll be trampling the fence and standing athwart the yellow line going, "Uh-huh. Blow your silly horn if you want; my fat ass still outweighs that glorified shoebox you drive." But it's nice while it lasts.

Writing Progress:

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Today's Progress: 614 words, because I was too lazy to drag my ass out of bed on time.
Comments: ... but they were pretty good words for all that.
Snips: It was so tall, as tall as a full-grown ulog standing upright or taller, towering half again Timmain's height over his head; he nearly choked on his fear at the closeness of it. Its smell was strange and rank, dust-dry in his mouth. He had to fight to keep himself from running, from screaming, as it bent its bulging eyes closer to him, turning its head this way and that. One arm unfolded and reached towards him, and Tyse, still in the shadows, made a moaning noise; but the Other only touched him lightly on his shoulder and withdrew, straightening, swaying slightly as it did. Timmain gathered his courage in both hands and reached out to it.