>>6347675You can't rush art, anon. Good things come to those who wait, little dude! ;)
You follow Jeff through other green places, until you come to a strange area where there is no more grass, and only flat rock covers the ground. The floor feels strange and coarse under your tender duck feet, but you push through it. You don't want to look like a wuss in front of your new friend. You see a lot of strange sights that you hardly even have the words to explain.
"What is this place?" You ask. "Are we at the junkyard yet?" The hard ground is beginning to really make your feet sore.
Jeff smirks. "Almost, little bro. This place is where the long-steppers live. You know, the large ones that feed us bread sometimes?"
You've never heard anyone call the giant creatures long-steppers before. "Oh uh, yeah. Those guys. They have all this land?"
"Yeeeep." Jeff nods. "This might blow your mind, but the green place we live in is located in the middle of their land. Anyways, keep your head up. We're almost there!"
You sigh and keep walking. Eventually you push through another hole in a different wooden fence, and take in the new view. Large, large hills of strange objects piled and stacked and piled up on one another block out almost half of the sky and cover the horizon. The air is sour and sharp here.
You cover your bill and heave. The stench is like nothing you've ever smelled before.
"Yeah, you'll have to get used to the aroma. I'll give you some time to catch your breath and take it all in. I have something I want to show you."
>Beg to go back. This is too much for a normal duck like you to handle.>Steel your nerves! It's time to stop being a wuss and show some initiative. Tell Jeff you want to look at these strange things littered about.>Catch your breath and let Jeff lead.>write in 
