365 Days of Drabbles: Day Thirty

For ankewehner: "Finding bones while gardening."

Well, if she was stuck on the Ring she could at least raise her own food, damnit. Genuine heirloom seeds had been supplied, and she'd gotten to work tilling her backyard, as her morph stayed in its corner.

Her shovel went clang as it bounced off a rock. She knelt down to pull it up, and found herself holding a very human thighbone.

"Groupmind, what the hell is this?" she demanded.

Her morph stared at the bone, and stated flatly, "I have no information on this subject."

"What? How could you not know?"

"I have no information on this subject."

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