"Wombats. Why is it always wombats?"

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Ax'and'l stared at the brown furry hills with legs. They were everywhere. “These are wombats.” He did not understand his human companion’s fear. They weren’t doing anything much at all.

“Yes!”

“And we’ve known each other for… ten years?”

“Yes!” Hwell was still trying to climb the walls.

“Then for ten years it hasn’t been always wombats.” Ax'and'l scanned them. “And they’re herbivores!”

One of them was sniffing Hwell’s lowest foot. The human whimpered and attempted to climb higher on a sheer vertical surface.

“What could possibly be threatening about an enclosure full of herbivores?”

“Plant. Fibre. Clothing.”

One of them was gnawing on Ax'and'l’s trousers. “Are we certain that there’s no other means of egress?”

“SHUT UP AND BOOST ME OUTTA HERE!”