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fandomtownies2013-11-17 07:32 pm
arsenicmauls) wrote in fandomtownies2013-11-17 07:32 pm
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The Park, Sunday Afternoon
The best thing about being in a really really really small town, Gertrude decided, was that you could walk places. Specifically, you could walk to the park with your pet baby dinosaur, dedicate most of your attention to the book you were holding, and not have to worry about getting hit by a car. It was great, and her good mood was both obvious and contagious: she kept looking up from her book to beam at strangers.
Once at the park, she tucked her book under her arm for long enough to hurry over to the nearest vacant bench with a definite spring in her... sprint, and then she hopped up, legs dangling over the edge of the bench, and flipped the book open to the first page.
For her part, Old Lace - who was now about the size of a beagle - curled up on the ground in front of Gertrude's bench contentedly. She was a fan of this arrangement too.
Once at the park, she tucked her book under her arm for long enough to hurry over to the nearest vacant bench with a definite spring in her... sprint, and then she hopped up, legs dangling over the edge of the bench, and flipped the book open to the first page.
For her part, Old Lace - who was now about the size of a beagle - curled up on the ground in front of Gertrude's bench contentedly. She was a fan of this arrangement too.