Also, Bagels

Early this morning, after efficiently recharging minor functions associated with stability control and internal motor functions [viewable on diagnosis spec form Epsilon 5.3.1.6], I observed, external-structurally, the sub-surface artifacts of an underground conduit. This peaked my newly installed curiousity pack, and brought me to investigate it’s purpose and origins. Most peculiar is the extremely fragile manner of it’s construction, relying soley on the frantic and exacerbating joviality of the water molecules responding to the current temperature. Surely not something an engineer could benefit from as profitable or long lasting. What I further was able to comprehend was that this underground construct was burrowed by a singular canid. Deploying a remote visual probe I explored this city, an expansive maze of translucent ceilings and walls. The acting Town Hall was scarcely remarkable in any way, but such is understandable in such a young civilization. What I found most impressive, however, was the existing Treasury. It is clear this civilization grew out of wealth, and one can only hope that it’s faulty construction will survive next Tuesday’s forecasted precipitation. The city’s vast supply of things that it’s canid, rodentian, and invertebrate populous surely treat as worthy currency. Another curious thing I found was the citizens of this place were small, unmoving, almost petrified. It would seem their trust in a temporarily solid building material is as misplaced as their trust that it won’t immobilize them. Fearing my own petrification, I returned inside, eager to find this covert civilization’s creator and dictator-by-size, hoping that it (classification, female) could breach it’s previous commitment to silence to answer some of my quandries. Unfortunately, my services were at that time required to conduct podiatristical hygiene.