#(if they had gotten INTO the water it wouldve been solved INSTANTLY but they just kept trying to LASSO IT with shit and alksdjfskdf)

[queenofbaws]

Whenever you're up for it, might I request six sentences of-- bear with me here-- the Curator, Dr. Hill, John, and Charlie trying and failing to figure out how to get a rider mower out of a lake, while Fiddler, who knows exactly how to fix this problem, has chosen to instead look on at the useless white collars and shake his head in quiet despair?

He had not been there to see it happen, this much was true, but it didn't take a genius to put the pieces together such as they were: The deep tire treads running through the silt, the sodden wheel still lazily turning over the water's surface, the ducks and geese screaming out their agitation from the reeds. No, he had not watched the sorry scene with his own eyes (and for that he was at least a little disappointed), but he thought it was easy enough to figure out, and he sure as shit knew how they could fix the damn mess.

"Get in the water," he said under his breath, good ol' Jack Fiddler who'd learned long ago that there were indeed times you used your brain to fix your problems, though they were far, far outnumbered by the ones where rolling up your sleeves and reaching through the grime served you well enough, "two steps in, maybe three, then you're done."

The others, though...Christ, but they just stood there staring, a couple anxiously pushing at their glasses while another fixed his cufflinks, the lot of them murmuring in low voices and gesturing with their hands as they tried to strategize the damn thing out of the mud. Once or twice he caught them glancing his way, like maybe if they disapproved hard enough or channeled all that prissy embarrassment into something that looked a little more like authority he'd sweep himself to his feet and do the dang thing for them.

Ah, the joke was on them, however: This was the kind of shit that kept him going, and hell, it wasn't like he had any plans...he could watch them sweat this one out all the live-long day!

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!