Zev chuckled to himself and circled around the football sized white rock he found by the rivers edge, his paws splashed the waters edge then he was back up on the shore and then as he circled again entering the water once more his filthy paws stirred up the water making it brown, his thick layer of dirt beginning to washing down stream. He pressed his muzzle into the soft stone and breathed deep. Yes... he hissed and licked the rock several times.
A rare find indeed, but not one he would pass up, this one stone, if one could call it a stone had may uses, to bad it was so close the the water, he was sure to loose some powder in the process of mining this.
Zev chuckled loudly and leapt up onto the bank. mmmmm mmmmm hmmmmm he hummed as he looked around, was there was no one he could con into doing his dirty work?
The hefty male dropped his rump unceremoniously upon the ground and lifted his rear paw to scratch behind his ear, these summer time pests wold soon no longer be his problem, he needed his blood and he hated the thought of these pesky thieves stealing even a drop from him.
With a grunt of effort he stood and shook his paws as dry as he could then began to scratch his claws into the backside of the whitish stone the furthest from the water. The stone crumbled easily enough and filed his nails at the same time a bonus. When the ground below the rock was white Zev began to lick up the chalky dirt swallowing it readily, the Diatomaceous earth had no flavour really but the dry leaves he ate with it, did leave a nasty aftertaste.
The brute went back to clawing the rock, when he had the ground coated in white from the ‘stone’ he dropped his shoulder into the chalky power he had created and rolled over, scrubbing his back across the ground working in the dirt as deep as he could. Soon he'd be flea free and he had a precious prize to boot if he could find a way to dislodge it.