Duck Lake gold slugs

"Aha, so you can speak the common tongue," he quipped as she quietly told him to leave her alone. Unfortunately for her, he was not inclined to take that order so quickly and continued to roll without care in front of her until she spoke again. He shuffled onto his stomach, meeting her face with his warm gaze. "I am rolling," he said with a grin, before he laid himself over and started to pull and scuff one side of his body through the grass. "Winter will be here soon, and the ground will be covered in snow," he commented, surely awing her with such a remarkable observation. His long limbs reached out ahead and behind him, his nails digging into the soil a bit. "I mean, snow is great to roll in too, but might as well get the grass rolls in while I can."