 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
"Jumping jacks sir? I uh. No. I should be fine." he stretched his arms out wide and then brought them back in touching the tips of his fingers to his neck then rotated his upper torso side to side letting out a few more cracks. "There. That should be good."
Oh! OH! Darn it Mark! You should have thought of the Kelpie. What with there being a supposed one lurking in the River and Lake right next to his home. He and his father both believe there is one there but haven't yet encountered it. Just a bunch of oddly tough stray garden gnomes on the river bank trying to get back to gardens they've been chucked out of. Also Hinkypunks but those you'd have to wander WAY off the river and into the swamps an hour off to encounter them....not that he knew that they were there and had to run from two of them over summer or anything. Nothing like that at all.
"If I actually saw a Kelpie instinct would tell me to get the hell away from there." He wanted to ask something else. "What exactly does the Kelpie do that would attract anyone to come near them? If everyone was as vigilant as you are, they would all starve to death. It doesn't say that they attack unsuspecting people just that they're lured in by them, then are killed."
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