More rock piles on my trails.
Right near the part of my trail that everybody passes by.
They should leave the rock piles on the part of my trails where hardly anybody goes.
Those rock piles keep multiplying.
But here there are rock pile wars.
Somebody puts them up – somebody takes them down.
Rock piles don’t last long here.
But it looks like someone worked hard to make sure these rock piles stay.
That one pile has a double column of rocks.
I’m getting a bad feeling about these rocks.
I rarely growl, but these rocks deserve one.
Just a low, quiet growl – enough to put those rocks in their place.
And now I’m outta here.
Carefully, so those rock piles don’t get suspicious.
I went by that spot again the next day and the rock piles were gone.
Up again – down again.
Rock pile wars.