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Scamper: Master ThiefHe could smell it. That dreadful scent. It was a scent he had smelt many a time before. Old cheese he would call it. No, this was smellier than old cheese. This was the scent of a weasel.
The dog shuddered. How he hated weasels. Filthy, annoying creatures if there ever were any. Although it wasn't just any weasel. It had to be her, only her and no one else. The farm dog growled underneath his breath. If that creature was here she would be at only one place. The canine dashed his way through the farmyard. He didn't bother hiding himself from her. There would be no point in doing so. At last he arrived at his location, the chicken coop.
Yet as he bolted through the door, he found nothing. Not a single chicken nor egg was out of place. Several were piled within a basket. A leftover from before. The farmer would pick them up later. This was odd as he was certain she would be here. Shaking his head, he stepped outside to regather his strategy. Where else could she be?
His ears p
Rosebud is shyRosebud and abbess Tansy strolled leisurely through the orchard at the time of morning when the sun had risen but it hadn't reached over the top of the massive sandstone walls. Tansy wore her usual green habit and sandals, along with a pair of crystal glasses she had just started wearing that morning. Rosebud wore a bright green dress with a long, red silk scarf tied around her slim waist. As they strolled past a bank of flowers she plucked a rose and put it behind her ear, and took another just to hold. She took it in both paws and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes.
She sighed contentedly as Tansy turned to her, adjusting her glasses, "So young Rosebud, how is your first spring at Redwall going?"
The tall otter picked another rose and handed it to Tansy, "Oh, I love it here Tansy, er, abbess." she scuffed the ground with her footpaw, embarrassed at her forwardness.
Tansy smiled and watched the otter maid from over her glasses while sniffing the flower, "Have you made any new friends?"
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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