TrackOr

He was known only as TrackOr. He was full ute. No pie. He had no time for his dessert. He had to save the town of Durango the coffee merchants hired him to track the snow bandit down. He searched the snow line then he dug a hole near the base of the tree his men stopped moving until he found his tracks he was looking for the coffee bandit the masked man. The tracks started to circle around and around the men got dizzy one of them fell down suddenly he jumped then he found the large square ice block it was readying itself to fall from the sky ute casino near the wall of the train was leaving now. Look out they cried its magpies. Holy Joe Durango its the Steaming Bean Kidder. Help us TrackOr. Butt he was too busy mapping the footers around the square ice floe he was sure the bandit had been there butt knoe. The bandit had covered his tracks with old coffee grounds hidden in the whole increments were ice cubes moving the berg was headed down the ANimus heading to the City. The block rolled over past the river headed to main it landed on each corner only once hitting only the coffee shops that had filtered out the homeless any boy that has played with his blocks can tell you its easy to hit things with them sharp edges. Have an ice day. Knot. Tell them TrackOr sent the homeless around the block. TrackOr.