As Franz had walked down the street, he'd seen some of the people nearly tripping as they kicked the box, unnoticed before it was too late. It was small. Wooden. And certainly not his.
He wondered between picking it up to listen if the contents had been preserved, or simply leaving it where it was.
Instead, the tall, grumpy-looking hyur stood, staring at the box.
"The hells is this doing on the ground?"
He wondered between picking it up to listen if the contents had been preserved, or simply leaving it where it was.
Instead, the tall, grumpy-looking hyur stood, staring at the box.
"The hells is this doing on the ground?"
