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Hopscotch and Maud, LL
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Date Posted: 22:45:47 06/24/06 Sat
We're doing mission number 20:
You have snuck down into the cellar to take some candied chestnuts, when suddenly you hear footsteps coming. There is nowhere to hide! What do you do?
(It's done in story form, because I'm much too lazy to RP right now.) [i]Testing...[/i]
Hopscotch was happy. You'd be too, if you'd just had the mother lode of candied chestnuts sitting right in front of you. Tentatively, she reached forward and grabbed a pawful. Tucking the chestnuts into her vest pocket, she scooped up another, and another... Suddenly, she heard pawsteps coming down to the cellar! Hopscotch stood stock still, paralyzed with panic. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She continued loading chestnuts into a second pocket, the first one being full.
"Missy? Hopscotch? What exactly are /you/ doing down here?" The cellarhog Quinn's bass reverberated. "And /what/ are you doing, stuffing your pockets with the Abbot's /personal/ stash of candied chestnuts?"
"See, well, I, my, friend, she, Maud, that is, Maud, she 'urted 'erself on a- a- a- rose. She's feelink really bad righ' now, so I d'cided to give her some candied chesknuts. An' de Abbot said dat- dat- 'e felt really sorry for 'er, so 'e let me take a few of his, er, chesknuts." Hopscotch fidgeted.
Quinn thought back to the days when he was young, hoarding chestnuts and sneaking pies and pastries from windowsills. He thought about how he, too, had thought up half-baked lies to save himself. He smiled. "That's awfully generous of the Abbot. I think you've got enough. So kind of you to help your friend." And to himself, he thought, "And give me a case of dibbunhood nostalgia."
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