Wendy leaned against the old sign post which stood tall next to the murky dangers which lurked below.
She observed the gnu, engrossed in its struggles, as the grime engrossed it.
Seconds later, she wandered forward, offering her tar stuck staff as the stuck sap called out for her aid. Vincent needed her assistance, he needed her helping hand, needed her now, to do stuff
to get unstuck. There was a slight reach out, an attempt to grab the timber slab like a lifeline.
Two taps to the forehead, before swaying the stick in rhythmic gymnastics, away from its grasp, mere inches abroad. She fluttered her eye lashes and took a step back.
"Nah, I'm good," she raised an eyebrow to the echo.
With a wink and wave of the hand, Wendy blew him a kiss.
[[Wendy Fischer took Mr. Dolph through some bushes and Continued to: Cursed are the ones who can't abide