Last evening I went to the monthly membership meeting at falcon archers. It was rainy and muddy and I returned home late with my wheels full of wet mud.
When that happens there is nothing I can do, it's not like I can simply remove my wheels like an average person removes their shoes.
So by this morning the mud had dried into my wheels and now anywhere I move a trail of dried mud falls out everywhere. The floor of my bedroom and kitchen have enough dried soil to start a small farm...
In addition to getting me lunch today my attendant will have to remove the soil or plant seeds, one of the two.... I would like to get a jump start on my basil, decisions decisions.
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