But Not A Drop To Drink
A dry creek that runs through Mars-ville, running nearly parallel to the Smelly-wear. There are places along its course where it abruptly drops a few feet. A number of these drops have rusted remains of metal gates. Some folks claim that the ancients carved the Kennel into the land. It runs primarily in a Northwest-Southeast direction within the town. There are places along the Kennel where water has accumulated, forming anything from soft mud to waist-deep pools.