gun snacktime

I walked into a tall wooden stick because it was standing where I wanted to put my face. It did not move, so I bit the round bottom part. It tasted like brown wood and nothing else. I pushed it with my fin. My fin bumped it and made a thud noise. Then I looked at my own tail to see if my tail was also a chair leg, but it was attached to my back, so it was just my tail.