murkling

This is most regrettable.

I spotted Murkling cowering in the alleyway again. He was hiding in the shadows of that old dumpster again. I found him the crouched and quivering softly. He had gotten himself clung onto the side of that old dumpster. He found a soft spot in its dense armor where the plating had rusted away from years of abuse and neglect. He was hunkered in softly suckling at the sickly sweet sappy runoff. It has gone well past time that dumpster should be emptied.
I pried him off. I hosed him down. I brought him back into the harsh light of civilization.