Yambedoodle

Important! Even if it doesn't seem like it, this story is about inflation fetish. This literature also contains artwork between paragraphs. Its advised not to scroll down too far, as it might reveal more of the story. Fi was looking forward to meeting up with Dell. High up in the skies, flying steadily, she was holding a decently sized chunk of clay. She was doing her job as a drone, one of the colonies’ most prized subgroup of workers. It was dull. Carrying building material from a nearby shore back to the colony sure wasn't the most exciting thing, but Fi learned to live with it. While flying, Fi often daydreamed about the meetup. She was going to “take a walk through the forest”. At least, that's what Dell told her. She wasn’t very specific about it, and did not give out many details, but Fi just agreed on it and carried on about her day. “I really wonder what she meant by that.” Fi thinks to herself. “Dell doesn’t normally just take walks like that. She must have something