The Backpack

Searching the meadow was laborious indeed. The sun was high and hot while the tall trees at the meadow’s edges blocked all hint of breeze. The grass was thigh height and hid the backpack somewhere in its confines, along with swarms of biting and stinging insects. After an exhausting few hours I tripped over the backpack. Hastily I opened it and wriggled my way into the tunnels inside. The tunnels of the extra-dimensional backpack gave me a place to rest and hide from my pursuers for a time. I could use a day to relax, hopefully I could find the hidden minibar further within.

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