Remembering that he needed a stick, Mongo spun around, grabbing a stick in his mouth as well as his stone. Then, he took off, running for the spire. He was so close! A handful of Gembounds passed him, and he grimaced, kicking into high gear.
Finally, he arrived at the Spire, and he found a plot of soft soil. Then, he took the stick, and pushed it down into the soil, making sure it stuck.
Llamrei stood, beginning to use her hooves to dig through the pile of rocks and sticks. Her knees ached, and a quick glance down showed they were skinned, weeping blood, but she shoved that aside to panic over later.
Using her large head like a scoop, she pulled out a sizable amount of stones. Her head turned and twisted, and she beamed as she saw root. She stooped down, taking the stone in her flat teeth, before remembering to grab a stick as well.
Mongo took a moment to press his stick into the dirt, wanting to make sure it wouldn't fall. Once he felt certain it was sturdy, he made sure his rock was safe in his teeth, before spinning around. Knowing he was smaller than a good amount of the racers, he stretched out to his full length, racing towards the starting point. Looking around as he did so, he was startled to realize he was leading the pack!
He turned back to stretch out, making himself as aerodynamic as possible. The finish line was rapidly approaching, and he tapped into his energy, going as fast as he could.
As she watched the other competitors ahead of her, Gypsy fumbled to follow what they were doing. It made her realise what she was supposed to be doing at the spire. She tried to grab the stick with the stone already in her beak. Of course, that was quite impossible. She settled on leaving the stone on the ground and quickly turned to fetch the stick first. Because it was so long compared to her size, turning it perpendicular to the ground was hard. Somehow she managed in the end, and the stick was soon safely tucked into the earth. ‘Ahhhhh, I’m almost thereeee!’ She grabbed her stone with her beak once more. Looking up ahead, it appeared someone had already finished the race first. Oh well, there was still second and third place left! It seemed somebody else had managed to plant their stick. She had to hurry!
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Just as Envy thought they were on the verge of quitting as they zipped from pile to pile, they finally found a glimmer of red as they cast aside a multitude of small pebbles at the base of the final pile. The weasel let out a tiny chirp of relief, and took the tiny, red-marked pebble into their jaws before picking up a similarly-sized twig and forcing it into their jaws as well. Soon, they were on their way and bounding to the next leg of the course, hoping that everyone else had gotten stuck in mud or... something.
After a few iterations of trying to attach the stick to the side of the spire Bremen took a step back. This was definitely not working, and by the looks of it someone had already got to the finish line. He wanted to finish too! But how to get the stick to stand straight up without tipping over?
He knew! It seemed so obvious now it was a surprise he hadn't thought of it earlier. The little hybrid skipped over to where he had left the rock and took it in his beak, laying the stick down flat on the ground. Using all of his super-impressive balancing skills Bremen sat down and wobbled the stick in a generally upright position. It wouldn't stay there of course, not at all; but that's what the rock had been for all along!
Thwack!
A complete reversal of what he had done earlier! Now instead of hitting the rock with the stick he was hitting the stick with the rock. Straight down into the ground until the stick stayed upright without him having to hold it precariously in place.
Thwack!
One more good hit for good measure and Bremen trilled in pride. Just one more thing to do and that was run past the finish line.
Mustering all of her remaining energy, the tiny avian ran as if her life depended on it. She felt the rock almost slip from her beak a couple of times, but managed to cling onto the object. ‘Don’t fall over, I can’t fall over, I gotta get to the end!’ Her thoughts were a rush, a whirl of mixed emotions. When she finally crossed the finish line, her feelings erupted like a volcano of joy. “YESSSS!!!” She was exhausted but too happy to care. She hopped around, flapping her wings in celebration. She had no idea how she placed in the competition, but she knew she had done extremely well. Much better than some of the bigger creatures, she thought with a grin.
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