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Pear, Spring Bud, and Zyrius of LL
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Date Posted: 02:15:44 09/04/05 Sun
"Dear Journal,
Today was dark and stormy. The place known as, The New World, is on the edge of a war. But even now Papa says that, what he calls, A Miracle will always be better than the tyranical streets of England, and better than the poverty of Ireland. Alas, I must go. I can hear Mama calling me to help her with baby Micheal."
The young Berkshire rat places her quil down, and hurries into the adjoining room. Her mother, a white rat with brown eyes, handed her the tiny rat cub. He giggled, and Terra tickes the end of his nose. Micheal was just getting fuzz, and it looks like he was to be an albino.
Their mama, called Mary by the grown beasts, grabs a small bottle, and fills it with the warm and nurishing pale milk. She takes him into her loving arms, and Micheal's tiny hands reach for the bottle. Mary lets him grab it, pull it to his mouth, and stinkles.
"Terra dear, would you go get some cheese? The nice pale one with hazlenuts if you can. I left a coin by your cloak."
Terra quickly swings her black cloak, and waves to her mom, as she picks up the coin. She opens the door, and sees the many animals rushing around on the streets. She gets to the edge, and climbs into the Trolly.
"Market please!" They soon reach it, and she hurries to the place where they usually got their food. It was an alley, and there was an unpleasent smell. She bites her lip, and continues boldly foreward. She stops infront of a stall, and takes out the coin from under her cloak.
"How much for the pale cheese with hazlenuts?" She said it abrutly, for she was used to bartering with the street vendors.
"Wha would ya want to know, no body can afford it!"
"I don't want all of it, but how much can I get with the coin?"
"Eh, ah'll give ya, a sixth of the wheel!"
"How about a fith?"
"NO!"
Terra simply turns, and the rat fidgets a little, before calling out to her, " Fine than, I'll give ya a fith."
She smiles, and resumes her solemn position before turning, and handing him the coin. He mumbles about ratlings, and scrawls on a piece of paper. He hands it to her, and she grabs a small wagon, and wheels it over to the shed. She hands the ferret there the paper, and her brings out the cheese. She puts it one the wagon, and starts wheeling it home.
She smiles, and she says to herself, "Now little Micheal will have some nice cheese cream!"
Just as she finishes say that, she turns the cornor, and she is run into! She falls, and blinks at the rat who ran her over. It was a rat, and he is wearing a brown tunic with black pants. His frightened blue eyes show that he is not bad, just, just, just what? He mouths the word, 'sorry', and jumps up and runs away.
Soon after a weasel follows, scowling and talking to himself, "When I get my paws on tha' deserter of a rat Tony, I'll tear him apart!"
Terra finally understands, and she realises that Tony was probally a deserter, and he either ran away from work, or from being enlisted in the King's Army.
She thinks out load, "Why can't they just get recruits that are willing from England?"
She continues to the trolly, and is lost in her thoughts. She automatically gets off, and puts the cheese on the rough wooden table, and plops into the chair still thinking.
She brightens up and smiles now, "A-ha!"
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