Bramblepoint run for your life!

AW!

Behati was snuffling around the western edge of Bramblepoint when she found The Thing. It was hard and hollow, flecked with red rust and half-buried in the dirt. She took her time unearthing it, careful not to touch the unknown item beyond a quick pat to determine if it was alive. It wasn't. At least, not any more. Behati looked around, squinting into the autumnal foliage for any signs of company. Perhaps it was a trap? Lure the pretty lady in with a strange object, push her in a hole... stranger things had happened.

Behati shook the thought from her head, and resumed her inspection of the kettle - a long-forgotten remnant of some illicit camping trip. It had a handle (or 'sticky-outy bit') and a small, fat trunk with a hole in it - presumably for drinking. Perhaps it was a skeleton? Or the hard shell of fruit?