Stardate 957846729342.39: Hummer.
She didn't intend to do it. No one would have. It was just one of those things. You start doing something and before you know it, you've got a tiger by the tail and he's swinging you into things you're not supposed to touch cause they're dangerous or fragile or thick with thorns. And this was definitely thorny. It started innocently enough. She just liked to walk on the beach, like any other Bobling from any other Bobling town. While others did their walking and fishing on DP, she liked to walk every day of the nine day week, early in the morning, between sunrise and sunrise, when the sky was a sparkling mix of almost over the horizon gold and still under the horizon red, orange, pink, and yes, gold. The air by the water was usually chill, but she didn't mind. She'd walk languidly along the shore, humming softly, occasionally opening her lips and trilling... waves nearly lapping at her feet. She'd probably done this for years.. and Bobling years are ...