“Hello Scott,” the creature said, its voice deep and tasting like dirt.
You ever have an imaginary friend? You know, that made up person that was always there for you, always willing to play with you and letting you confide in them?
“Scott, you wouldn’t like my real name. So how about you just call me your wagon buddy?”
What if your imaginary friend turned out to be real? And not a person at all?
Wagon Buddy tells the tale of a man and his creature, his only friend, who time and time again comes to his aide. But what happens when you can’t control the creature anymore?
“Hello Scott,” the creature said, its voice deep and tasting like dirt.
You ever have an imaginary friend? You know, that made up person that was always there for you, always willing to play with you and letting you confide in them?
“Scott, you wouldn’t like my real name. So how about you just call me your wagon buddy?”
What if your imaginary friend turned out to be real? And not a person at all?
Wagon Buddy tells the tale of a man and his creature, his only friend, who time and time again comes to his aide. But what happens when you can’t control the creature anymore?