Alright y’all I’m a little shook this Werewolf Wednesday. 😐 So I decided to follow up on where that butt-bird scurried off to. As suspected it turned out to be the outlet of a large storm drain, luckily it’s the dry season so it was pretty safe and easy to traverse. When I got close to the mouth of the tunnel I saw a few scraps of cloth, nothing to unusual to see washed out to a place like this. However once I started down the tunnel I began finding more and more discarded articles of clothing. At first just a few, but they gradually started to cover the bottom of the tunnel. I was a little worried I might run into someone or possibly a small community of people living in the tunnels beneath the town. Had the new Happy Salmon Co. displaced some of the residents and forced them into a life of poverty? Had the new Happy Salmon Co. displaced some of the residents and forced them into a life of poverty? I thought, perhaps there was someone calling the butt-birds to do their bidding, some sort of butt-bird shaman?? Could it be so simple as clothing washed out and collected here from the storm drains in the city? My thoughts were wandering quite wildly. I caught a glimpse of light ahead of me and the smell of a butt-bird nest grew stronger so I snuck closer to a larger chamber where some sunlight was making it down through a roadside drain… a glint of light blinded me for a moment, there was a mirror down there of all things. When my vision readjusted I couldn’t believe my eyes. Clothes were lining the floor with small piles about the room. There it was… a butt-bird with a top hat on in front of the mirror, and a small group surrounding it, bobbing their heads and clapping their wings in… approval?
Tbh, I’m unnerved that these little guys may be smarter than they look… I think I’m gonna stick to fish for a while 🤢 Maybe I should ‘review’ some of the bars here to take my mind off of the butt-birds and think of what to do next.
