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fandomtownies2008-12-13 10:10 am
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The Gig, Friday [12.12]
It was crowded at the Gig today. Rosie, sitting on the steps of the smithy while she whittled, was watching in bemusement as each hour brought more animals out of the woods.
The sugar snow had blown up in drifts against the buildings of the Gig, creating serve yourself mounds of pure sweetness. Which, it seemed, were irresistible to critters. The horses were jealously guarding the piles in their paddock, Bold seeing off several foxes, a rabbit, and a flock of crows who had tried to share.
As the lump of wood in her hands slowly took shape, Rosie -- who was rather enjoying the background noise of happy (and slightly wired) animals -- indulged in a short but odd day dream of becoming a door to door sugar saleswoman.
[ooc: woah, late. I'm off to the Island of Ikea now, too, so it'll be many hours before I return to pick up pings. Also, this post brought to you in part by The Simpsons.]
The sugar snow had blown up in drifts against the buildings of the Gig, creating serve yourself mounds of pure sweetness. Which, it seemed, were irresistible to critters. The horses were jealously guarding the piles in their paddock, Bold seeing off several foxes, a rabbit, and a flock of crows who had tried to share.
As the lump of wood in her hands slowly took shape, Rosie -- who was rather enjoying the background noise of happy (and slightly wired) animals -- indulged in a short but odd day dream of becoming a door to door sugar saleswoman.
[ooc: woah, late. I'm off to the Island of Ikea now, too, so it'll be many hours before I return to pick up pings. Also, this post brought to you in part by The Simpsons.]