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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:51 pm
Willow Snerked and went to get a bucket of cold water. So he wouldn't wake up hum? She'd teach him. When she got back she herd the sid comment. "What the...." She looked at Rosey who shurged.
'SPLOOSH!' One bucket of extreamly cold ice water coming up. "Willow stood there her arms crossed on her chest. "Rise and Shine Sleeping Beauty You've got to finish that Fence and get working on varnishing my floors today. NO TIME FOR SLEEP UP UP UP!"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:53 pm
Another scream, although this time he'd not been awake enough to control just how manly it was before the high pitched tones broke loose and he flailed wildly in the now soaking wet bed. "WHOASHERBERTFUDGE!!!" *Fwhoomp!* The blanket cuccooned around him then, and with a final, graceful descent -he landed at her feet, wet and dazed.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:57 pm
Willow proded at him with her toe. "I think he's ready for the barbie Rosey." She said in a steve erwin accent. "Lets fire it up and roast this turkey." She winked and watched the Dazed bird.
She might as well have some fun poking at him. "While we're at it we can get Sid and the Fence that was a homo ghost." She grinned and nodded. "Yes deffinally time to fire up the barbie we'll have bird tonight!"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:00 pm
EEp! carl scrambled to free himself, tugging this way and that at the covers and only succeeding in getting himself even more tangled. It could safely be said that if not for the love of hife, he would have given up all hope of removing the fabric without ripping it. Rosey would kill him for that! So instead he appealed to the good nature, hoping Willow was in a charitable mood as to release him. Big sad birdy eyes welled beneath the sopping monks hood, but as Sid had once mentioned in thought, it was hard pulling off cute when the rest of you looked like a drowned rat. "Help?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:03 pm
Willow paused midstep. "Ohhhh so we are awake?" She snapped her fingers. "Darn I was hoping ot have a meal of harpy tonight." She grabbed one corner of the covers he was tangled in and 'Whoosh' with a tug they untangled from carl and she let them land on the bed in perfect fashion.
She walked towards the dinning room wondering what was for breakfast.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:06 pm
Carl stayed behind to pull on some dry clothes before following her. He was MIFFED! Miffed, so very very miffed at having been watered in his sleep, or at all. It was only now fortunate he didn't have feathers, or he would have spent the day trying to blow-dry himself when Willow wasn't looking.
He slipped into his seat and gave her a stern look, raising one claw to reiterate his point. "miff!!"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:13 pm
Willow tilted her head looking at the bird. Batting her eye lashes she grinned, "Miff? Oh pish posh. You brought it onto yourself harpy." She said with a nod as the omlette floated to her.
"You slept in. You needed to be taught a lesson, NEVER sleep in here." She said eating her omlette in peice. Although carl's meal was two warps quite like he had the other day, both were given tea and then left to eat. Willow paused in her eating, "You have a lot of work to do today, You must finish the fence get the outside boards varnished, start on the inside varnishing them, raking the garden the rain made a horrible mess, and working on some more of the windows." She said with a nod and then started to eat her omlette again taking a sip of her tea.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:18 pm
"Than I'd better get started on it...And I guess you're right, I must have been more worn out than I thought." The bird picked up his wraps and ate them as daintily, and quickly, as possible - devouring them both within a matter of a few minutes. The tea he took his time on, but the affair was still a brief one, finished nearly before the wonderful sensation had begun so he could get finishedwith yesterday's tasks and start on the whole new agenda she had planned.
He nodded to her as he left, following her example and walking off on his own - fetching the paint supplies on the way and heading to the spot he'd left off of, dipping the painbrushes in and setting them to the still damp wood.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:28 pm
Willow shurged, "The only way you get out of any major work is when it rains." She said nodded before finishing off her food and heading off opposite of carl's direction.
Of crouse the night's rain did leave a mess, and there was a little stream through the property that wasn't there before flowing from the pond around all the flowers and things, it was a pretty sight if one had time to stop and look at it.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:41 pm
The stream was a pretty thing although he knew it wouldn't last long. Pretty things almost never did, except for pretty girls, but even those could go away or change. He was just fortunate enough in the fact that Trea, Willow, and Chastity hadn't - nor ever would, for as far as he could see.
He poked his head above the fence to catch a glimpse of his tormentor, slavedriving, fun as heck peer before slipping back down and going on about his buisness with a smile as he pictures what changes would never occurr in a million years. Namely - Willow in a pink dress, Trea as a punk, and Chastity as a goth. The thoughts were just laughable!
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:01 pm
[[Willow in a pink dress now that is a laugh. Although Chastity would make a pretty goth if the clothing was sparkly and jewelery clad xD]]
Willow yawned as she repitched her hammock that while it iddn't get completely torn appart or blown away was forgotten abuot in the midsit of the storm and left to fail in the wind. Once it was repitched Willow curled up in it and yawned.
It was the perfect time for a cat nap. Nice and warm outside and the air still freash and clean from the spring time storm. She purred as she closed her eyes and dozed off.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:11 pm
Carl continued on, letting the time pass him by until the fence was completely coated in an even layer of the paint. He stood back and admired his work, pleased with how well it had come out. Perhaps he wasn't that bad an artist after all! Well - at least not when it came to paining fences. The empty paint can was picked up and toted in, but along the way, Carl couldn't help but stop to observe the sleeping cat.
And just then, the ghosts they say, Carl's mischieviousness grew three sizes that day.
He stashed the paint cans where need be, but instead of moving onto the varnish, he had a MUCH better idea. Instead, he went to the kitchen and rummaged about in the fridge, taking this and that, if only a smidge. Then that sneaky old rotter, with whipped cream in tow, snuck up to the tiger who still didn't know - that in her paw was whip cream sprayed, a cherry on her nose to top the parade, and with one little feather that hung from his hand, he tickled her features and waited for the grand stand.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:20 pm
Willow wiggled her nose, instead of moving her paw she nipped at the feather trying to catch it. Her nose itched, friggin pests. She sniffled and gave a soft sneeze that sounded like a puff of air moving her hand.
Of crouse what one might not know is that she wasn't completely asleep. She was slightly aware if only a tick of what was going on and licked the whip cream from her hand afterwards taking the cherry and chewing on it. While stoping the itch. She'd seen that done too many times for it to have gotten her, Had she not been able to smell the sticky sweetness of it she would have borrowed a robe and whipped it off. "Very funny Carl... get to work." She muttered before turning over wincing as she did before going back to her half sleep state.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:23 pm
Oh. His. Dog. The look on his face would have ben priceless if she'd taken the time to look, the utter essence of a prankster who's cherry bomb had blown up all over his face with red, sticky failure goo. Carl knew there was only one was to justify it. Only one possible way to save face.
"Curse you, Willow McNiffle! We will meet again!!!!"
And with that he sped off in quasi-dramatic villain fashion to get to work on varnashing before it was too late.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:28 pm
"IT'S VOLTAIRE AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" She shouted as he ran off in his villainious fashion. Her tail flickered as she yawned and nuzzled back into the hammock.
So he was a pain in the assests, he'd get over it. And for that he'd get an extra shot of cold water if he slept in tomorrow.
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