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Erzulie's form become apparent over the horizon, and she looked like she was struggling with something.
He quickly lept into a lope to bring his paws swiftly to her to lend a hand.
She was a mother, she didn't need to fret so over this.

Though as he drew up on the scene, it looked like she was dragging a rock.
A wobbly rock.
​"The heck is that? A wobbly rock?"
It must be some sort of animal as the woman wouldn't waste time on such an unimportant task, surely.

He approached the thing with caution, sniffing it with the highest curiosity.
It smelt like salt and poo.