A small, unpainted wooden rowboat followed the current of a wide river bound on either side by a mound of mud, decorated with little tufts of dripping grass. Whoever was in it seemed to have forgotten the oars, or at least, didn't care enough to use them. They also presumably didn't mind getting wet, because there was nothing, no umbrella or other shield, to keep them dry. The river--it hardly counted as being such, really, just a part of the swamp walled off from the rest by sheer coincidence--was silent, and the occupant of the boat was as well. The only sound was the rain as it pattered against the boat and splashed into the water.
A head lifted above the side and, though it had no mouth that anyone watching would have been able to see, yawned. The headphones that had probably clamped its ears together at some point now hung loosely around its neck. It looked around, as if ascertaining that there were no enemies nearby, and sat up, revealing itself to be an Emowockee.
Echo-Echo dangled a paw over the edge of her boat and looked around again, this time more out of interest. Well, she'd expected the borrowed boat to take her somewhere interesting, although this river thing wasn't quite what she'd been anticipating. There seemed to be no way back to the rest of the swamp in either direction--how long had she been asleep?
Ah, well. No matter. If she couldn't find her way back home, she could always tie up her boat and draw in a hollow tree to keep her paper dry. Someone would eventually come looking for her. She pushed the headphones up until they pressed her ears together again and turned them on.
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