Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

the serenity of the space, the melodiousness of the songbirds, was broken up by a loud, long, fart.

diesel yawned, stretching her toes, her meaty legs emerging from out behind a large stone. it was a good napping spot for when the fall winds blew, as it shielded her skimpy coat from the discarded razor sharp cold, but jesus shit did it ruin the spine.

she rolled onto her back, attempting to shimmy herself into another comfortable position, but the warmth she'd built up was already gone. the bitch grunted, displeased, and let her folds roll over her face, as a built-in sleep mask, intent to continue her nap.

she snorted, followed by another release of gas, for good measure.