DEFYING FATE
Picking another one for herself, she took a small, experimental bite and immediately gagged.
It tasted like dirty socks.
"Ugh, that's disgusting!"
Spitting out the bite she had taken with a grimace, Cherryl put the rest of the fruit into the pouch instead.
Maybe the little furballs will like dirty socks.
As wonderful as it was to have a traveling companion, especially since Fur Dem showed her what was edible, if not always palatable, Cherryl had really hoped to find people by this point.
She was still hoping to find a city with grocery stores and toothbrushes and socks, but she would settle for alien cave people as long as they were kind and taught her how to survive in this human region.
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