Firefly Glen [PHE] fair and square

home! home on the raanngee!!
the scruffy man pranced through the yellowing autumn fields, his cracked "melody" leaving a trail behind him.
with the radio playing all day-YYyYyY!!

hm. what's a radio anyways? he stopped his gallop to scratch at his ear. left alone in the remains of yellowstone, it's only now when he's sick of fish that he actually leaves in search of new food. and for once in his life, luck is on his side.

the man ducks into a low crawl, a bundle of food just waiting for him and him alone — surely. he couldn't help but salivate.

i thought of dropping him but waaa i cant do that. heres a bard.