On stretching mudflats, a mulish creature roamed sadly, wrapped in his thoughts. Occasionally snapping up a mud crab and crushing its chitinous exoskeleton between his molars. In these regions, there was little in the way of vegetation. Nothing, in fact. That didn't worry Furgin, because he preferred meat anyway. He didn't worry too much about what the mud crabs ate. The were just there. He wasn't the smartest of creatures, but he had enough intellect to see him though each day of the year. He liked to kick things, but not as much as he liked to bite things. Most of the time, he preferred to do these things in the company of those people he thought of as friends. He hadn't been able to do that in what he called a Long While, and that made him very annoyed.
He was not a true mule. He had been pulled into existence just a few weeks beforehand to serve some purpose unknown to him. Despite earlier comments about his intelligence, he was quite smart by mule standards and he recognised that things were not as they should be. That they were not as they should have been for quite some time.
Mournfully, he brayed. A long, drawn-out, echoing moan. “Go! Go!”
He wanted to go back to that place where he could bite the tasty meat. These crabs did not satisfy,and the water here was muddy.
He plodded slowly along, one two feet before the others.
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