Day 143: Canaries in the skeleton mines

Day 143:

I’m finding that it’s just as hard for zombies and skeletons to wade through a mess of duckens as it is for me. But the duckens like me.

So I have a second reason to fill all my mines with duckens: they trip the monsters. Well, except for the giraffe-corgies, which just blow up and take the duckens with them. But at least I can hear them coming.

If any of these creatures had verbal languages, I’m pretty sure I could’ve picked out the curse words by now just by having so many birds around.

Line sketch of a zombie with its hands on its hips standing in the middle of six duckens as if wondering how it got into this mess.
Me too, skeleton. Me too.