Chaotic Digging Part I

“It’s been so long. My butt’s sore now.”

Typically, the complaint came from the tall man as he started to get bored of the trip he had going on.

The bumping up and down from the yellow bird's pacing made Wisana’s butt hurt. Other than that, the bird also kicked the sand up in the air and into his eyes so many times as it was running that he had to ask Maysa for the goggles to protect his sight.

“Just hang on. We're almost there,” the one riding in the front said.

“It’s easy for you to say, your butt’s safe because you’re sitting on my lap.”

“Yeah, it’s the right thing for a man to take care of a woman. Besides, you're my father, aren't you?”

She hit back with a big grin on her face. Wisana shook his head, looking so done. He then started regretting adopting this little one for the first time. The pair of golden-brown eyes looked at the white travel bird ahead of him before he shouted to its rider with a worried expression.

“Manoch, are we close?!”