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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 6:07 pm
Emelyn heard a noise, and turned to see what Pierre was up to. She saw Kale, spitting up flowers and making awful, unhappy faces. Her first instinct was to tell Marissa- but then she saw her own son with his squirreled up features, trying not to laugh, and she narrowed her eyes at the boy.
"You better not have told him to eat that." She turned back to Marissa. "I hope it's okay that he just had that whole flower in his mouth. It won't hurt him, will it?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:44 pm
Marissa turned her head to look at her son and chuckled. "Oi, poor boy, those things pack a wallop," she declared. "But he should be fine." She grinned and turned back to her work, stuffng more tasy plants into her slowly filling basket.
When Kale had finished spitting on the ground, he promptly glared at Pierre. Determined to reap vengence, the small boy scooped a plot of soil in his chubby hand and hurled it; His target: Pierre.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:25 pm
The boy's chuckle was cut abbreviatingly short by a face full of soil.
"BLeaeeechhh!!!!" He cried, wiping at his face furiously. "MOooooooom!" He screamed, his voice whiny with a hissing undertone. "Mooom, he threw dirt at me! He threw DIRT at me, Mom! Just picked it up and he threw it at me."
Emelyn shook her head, closing her eyes and exhaling curtly. She didn't like the fact that she had a little bully on her hands, but it gave her some comfort that he was getting a taste of his own, bitter medicine.
"Pierre, I don't like whiners. If you have something to say to me, say it. And personally, I think it serves you right, if you told him to eat that. I think you owe Kale an apology."
The hedgehog boy bristled- quite literally, and glared at his mother, thinking evil thoughts. Apparently, however, looks could not only NOT kill... but they didn't even phase his mother, bouncing off her own 'you'd better' glare like useless bands of light. So he spun around to the little reddish child and mumbled a very self-serving "I'm sorry, okay?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 6:42 pm
"Don't toss dirt, darling." The mutter was barely audible, as Marissa was quite engrossed in her work. Quite frankly, she couldn't be bothered just now, she'd found this lovely little yellow flower with spikes, she hadn't known it grew around here, she wondered if it tasted any good...
Meanwhile, Kale cackled. Pierre's influence seemed to be rubbing off- misbehaving could be fun! He listened with a grin as Pierre spat his apology, not quite sure what the words meant but recognizing victory all the same. Pride surged through him at his infantile accomplishment, and he approached Pierre. Tugging another plant from the ground and tottering over to his mother, he threw it into her basket. It was full.
Kale threw a haughty glance a Pierre, as if to say: "Next time, YOU'LL eat it."
[I'm about ready to wrap up, darling, if you are. If you've got something you'd like to continue, be my guest, but other than that, how 'bout a wrap-up post and we'll call it a night? <33333]
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 7:01 pm
((Sounds like a wonderful idea.)) blaugh heart
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 7:08 pm
[You want to, or shall I? If it's me, I'll have to do it tomorrow, as I am sleeepy and am off to bed. Or, we just leave it like it is now. OH, THE DECISIONS-zzzzzzzzzz.]
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:19 pm
[Okay, I'll finish up right quick.]
Baskets full and overflowing, the trip back to the caravan was a merry one. Even the boys had managed to scrounge up this and that. Kale walked beside his mother contentedly, occasionally stopping to peer at an interesting bug or leaf. When he had managed to trail behind, he peered into his basket. Plucking an orange nasturtium petal from its bloom, he stuck it in his mouth and chewed slowly. His lips puckered and his eyes watered, but he giggled.
[Thankya, dearest! n_n heart ]
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