Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
It was dark. It was quiet. It was lonely. There was plenty of food though and It didn't really need light. It extended its mycorrhizae into the ground to gather nutrients.
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