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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 4:37 pm
Fluffy, Puffy, and Mr. Finklehopper
"BAAAAA~!" replied Fluffy. She wanted to be let out and so didn't Mr. Finklehopper. The two sheep ran around the stall impatiently. Puffy was still laying in the hay. Her bloated belly had gotten bigger. It was not really noticeable a few days ago, but it certainly was now. She "baaa'd" quietly to herself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 4:54 pm
   .:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
Masochist. Briar must have been a masochist. Didn't he have enough on his plate already? He had just finished cleaning up the physics room, and now the idea of cleaning the stables had somehow infected his brain. No, he refused to accept it! However, the more he denied it, the more the thought kept attacking him. After all, it was the stables that were filled with filthy Oh, no! He had to clean them too!? animals. "...."
Okay, he couldn't resist anymore. Dirty was dirty, so he had to clean it even if he was exhausted. Thankfully, Briar hadn't heard about the flower petals flooding the infirmary and hallways or cockroach guts in the English classroom, or else he would have been doomed. Slipping into the stables, he had to grimace because... it was a good thing that he came by. His poor sleep!
Though, he had to wonder about the brief singing he heard about earlier. Maybe his headset picked up some funky signals? Oh well. Wait! Was that something shiny? Yes! Yes! He was so sure of it because it definitely stood out in the stables. Briar immediately bolted off to the light and tackled it into a hug, completely prepared to hoard it away in his stash of treasure. "Mine!"
It was then that he realized that... whatever he hugged wasn't of metal-substance like glowing things would be. That was a good thing. After all, it meant it wasn't a bug zapper. Right? Snapping out of his one-track mind for his obsession, Briar blinked when he noticed that it was a fellow fairy in his arms. Darn. "Ohhhh, this... isn't awkward whatsoever." He sheepishly grinned as he released her. "I just was attracted to your... light."
He needed a change of subject now! Glancing everywhere but the fairy herself At least it felt like a her. He didn't take a close enough look. That didn't make him a pervert or anything! , he directed his focus over to the sheep and abruptly blurted out. "Are those your sheep?"
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:03 pm
Murren.McMahan  "Oi! Don't ignore me!" Murren said. She frowned. The sheep was just laying still while the others were running amok--well, in so much as a sheep could run amok in a relatively small space. She flitted up above the sheep, looking down at it. It abdomen was quite abnormally distended. Oooh, not good!
Landing near it, she ran her little hands over Fluffy's taut belly, frowning. She was going to need to treat the poor thing right away, or it could die. The bloat didn't seem too bad yet, but if she didn't act soon, it would be bad.
"There, there, you poor baby. Murren is here. I'll fix you right---gaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!"
She was cut off mid sentence when something tackled her. She let out a panicked shriek as it pulled at her trinkets. "EEK! A rat! Get it off! Get it....who are you?" When the "rat" spoke, she realized it was, well, not a rat. Oooh! A faerie! Another one. She nearly squeaked with delight. She had thought she'd be the only little one around. There were a couple of others she had spotted, but they were all larger and wingless. But this one was like her. Eeee!
Oh! The sheep! "Nope!" she said, grabbing Briar's hand and dragging him up into the air. "One of them is rather ill so I'm going to have to treat it. You can help me, right? Do you live here? Do you work in the stables too? Oh!" She released him and smiled. "I'm Murren. Who're you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:16 pm
Fluffy, Puffy, and Mr. Finklehopper
Puffy let out a grunt and laid her head in the hay, watching Murren and Briar fly around above her head. Mr. Finklehopper was getting very mad! He rammed into the door again, trying to break through it. He then backed up and charged at it, jumping up and slamming against angrily. He wanted to get out and stretch his legs!
(Btw, Puffy is pregnant. I thought it would be cute for Pilot if one of her sheep had a baby xD )
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:24 pm
.:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
It... was definitely a she. Only girls would let out such a shrill shriek, and Briar knew this fact from his sisters. Manly shrieks were almost at that pitch, but not quite. At least, Murren wasn't offended. That gave him the a-okay to focus back onto her. Well, he had to since she had taken the liberties of dragging him around.
"Pffft. I'm Briar, and I'm most certainly not a rat. It's nice to meet ya, Murren." He returned a grin and held out his hand for a proper shake. It was actually nice to have another fairy around since it was hard to relate to some of the giants around here. "Well, I'll be glad to help just as long as you help me clean the stables after this. As far as I know, I don't live in the stables or work here either, but I am the janitor. I take it upon myself to try to make the school as shiny as possible, and that includes the stables." He puffed out with pride at his hard work. Now if only the students and staff stopped making a mess...
"Are you sure that sheep is sick though? It looks kind of pregnant. Not that being fat all the time means pregnancy, but um... Yeah! Don't animals do that kind of stuff a lot? Well, if it's a guy, then my bad. I'm not exactly an expert on animals. I try to avoid them as much as possible because I don't want to end up as chow." Briar made his observation of the ill sheep aloud, occasionally trying to fix his blunders every now and then, before turning his attention to the raging sheep. "Hey, hey! Quit that. I'll open the door for ya, so there's no need to throw a tantrum. Wait, it is all right to let this fellow go right, Murren?"
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:33 pm
Murren.McMahan
"I can see you are not a rat," Murren said. "For one thing you're not furry or gross, or creepy, or nasty or ugly. So, definitely not a rat." She shuddered. Eurgh. She hated rats. She kept worrying there might be some lurking around this place, but she couldn't very well get a cat. She hated cats almost as much as she hated rats.
As she listened to Briar introduce himself, she put her hands on her hips, hovering just in front of him. "She is not pregnant! I think I would know if she was pregnant. Were you raised on a farm...well, NEAR a farm? Where you worked all the time? No. I didn't think so." She paused and looked at him suspiciously. "Were you? Wait. No, it doesn't matter because she's not pregnant."
"Get the castor oil!" she said, whizzing off. "All of it!" She zipped back to Briar, nearly running into him. "Sure you can. I'm sure they'll eat some of those horrible weeds outside. I can herd them back later. She whizzed off again to find castor oil. Because that is what you used to treat a sheep with bloat.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:41 pm
(Did you see my post? Murren just made a fool of herself lol xD )
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:43 pm
Ayame Sunshine (Did you see my post? Murren just made a fool of herself lol xD ) ((Yes. ;D Murren isn't really easily swayed when she gets an idea into her head. Since I didn't know what you were planning originally, she already thought it was bloat. It's not in character for her to change her mind just because someone else said so. So...she will just look like a fool. It's fine. XD She looks like a fool all the time. LoL))
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:46 pm
StrawberryZ0mbie Ayame Sunshine (Did you see my post? Murren just made a fool of herself lol xD ) ((Yes. ;D Murren isn't really easily swayed when she gets an idea into her head. Since I didn't know what you were planning originally, she already thought it was bloat. It's not in character for her to change her mind just because someone else said so. So...she will just look like a fool. It's fine. XD She looks like a fool all the time. LoL)) (lol! Okay! Sounds like a plan to me! )
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:52 pm
.:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
Oh, berries. It was decided. Murren was secretly a clone of his sisters for one simple reason; she didn't listen. The best way to deal with this was to lay low and pretend that she was right the whole time. Actually, that lesson should be applied to all women. Even if they are wrong, they'll always be right. That's what Briar learned anyway because if he did argue, then the wrath of a woman was not to be taken lightly. Raising his hands in surrender, Briar sheepishly grinned and held his tongue. "Okay, okay. She's not pregnant. I get it."
Of course, since he was commanded to find the castor oil, he had to make sure to do that as well. "Woah! Watch it." He exclaimed in surprise when she nearly collided into him. Instead of wasting energy zipping about as well, Briar was actually taking the smarter approach then again, he was too tired to fly all over the place and looked before jumping around. "Murren! The castor oil is right next to the sheep!" He remarked to her before darting over to the door to open it up for the other sheep.
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:01 pm
Fluffy, Puffy, and Mr. Finklehopper
Mr. Finklehopper and Fluffy darted out of the stall and ran for the door as fast as their legs could carry them. They ran outside and into the connected paddock, instantly munching on the green grass that was outside. Puffy, however, stayed behind and continued to lay where she was, not wanting to move at all.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:16 pm
Murren.McMahan "Right!" Murren said, coming back toward Briar. She was flying a bit slower due to the fact that she was lugging a syringe nearly as big as she was. "Of course it is. I would say I knew that, but obviously I didn't."
Weird. Who kept castor oil by the sheep? Maybe they just liked their sheep well oiled or something. Though that thought was a little disturbing. "This...thing is heavy." She sighed. Obviously she was not going to be able to treat the thing like this. Maybe she should just make Briar do it. He was a man, so he was supposed to be all strong and manly. (She wouldn't exactly call those pink trousers manly, but she had to admit they were wonderful. She wondered if she should ask where he had gotten them).
With a huffy sigh, she finally landed, the heavy syringe dragging her down. Shaking her head a little, she quickly shook off her smaller form for one that stood at about the height of a small Human. "Better."
She hurried into the stall where Fluffy was flopped over, and looked around for the castor oil. "So, you're the one who keeps the school clean? I must say you do a smashing job of it. I flew around for a bit before coming here. Everything was quite sparkly. Hey, after we treat this girl, do you think you could show me around to the places I haven't see yet?"
As she shook the jar of oil, Murren ran her hands over the sheep's stomach again, this time able to cover more ground with her much, much larger hands. "WAH! What was--" She frowned. Hey, that felt suspiciously like a contraction. Bloat didn't cause contractions. Or did it? She frowned more, and went over the symptoms in her head. And...since the only symptom was bloat, that didn't really take long. "Huh. A case of bloat that has contractions with it. Amazing!"
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:30 pm
.:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
Briar would have offered to help Murren with the syringe, but she seemed to have handled it when she... grew. Okay, his sisters couldn't do that, so Murren was off that list and officially slapped onto his list of women who he was striving to be with. C'mon! She glowed, was tall-ish though not as tall as he wished, and he could hold her hand at the same time. It was time to turn on the charms.
"Why thank you." He preened over the compliment. Wait, no, it was supposed to be the other way around! "Of course, I'd love to take a beautiful lady like yourself around. I'd be honored." Though, he had to make sure to keep his trap shut about the possibility that this sheep could very well be pregnant since he wanted to impress Murren, not have her screech at him. He inwardly sent apologies to the poor sheep for his lack of help on this matter, but he had to in order for him to not cause a ruckus. Then again... this sheep did look miserable. "Murren, are you sure that it's bloating? If so, then wouldn't the other two sheep be suffering from it as well?"
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:48 pm
Murren.McMahan Murren looked up at Briar, about to tell him that of course she was sure about these things! When it occurred to her that he might, maybe, possibly be right. Of course, the probability of such things was very, very slim. Like almost nonexistent. But she supposed she should be responsible and make sure.
"Well, I'm not really a doctor," she told him. "And sheep are not my specialty." She giggled. "Well, not unless I'm riding them. Have you ever ridden a sheep before? It's great fun. Ooh! We should do that tonight after the students are all snuggled away in there...oh. Right. Ahem. Um...well, my first examination was when I was sort of small and I couldn't really be that thorough."
She sighed and set the oil aside. Well, drat.
She did another examination of the sheep, going a bit slower this time. "Briar--do you know a lot about animals?" she asked, a little surprised that he seemed so knowledgeable. He looked like a city Fae, someone who wouldn't know a cow from a horse. "I grew up around them but cows and goats were sort of the ones on the farm by where I lived. Whoa! Well something in there is trying to kick its way out so, I think you might be right. It looks like we may have a baby sheep soon. Er, not us--like you and I because that would just be insanely awkward, and impossible? The sheep will have one, though. I think."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:28 pm
.:l βαɨȽЭЧ “βrɨαЯ” αρρȽЭʈѺȠ l:.
”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost
Aha! He was right. Of course, bragging about it was a big no-no. That usually lead to being punched in the face. Instead, Briar shot Murren a curious look. "Sheep-riding?" Well, if she thought it was so fun, it was worth a try. Of course, weren't they a little too... the sheep too big for them? Then again, Murren could grow. Briar grinned. "We should! Just as long as you try riding a rabbit with me some day. Those buggers can be quite speedy."
When Murren asked about his knowledge of animals, Briar immediately denied. "Nope! I only know about the basics like fairies should never ever be mistaken as flies, and cats and birds should be avoided unless you want to be eaten." Oh! He forgot to mention that animals were also dirty too, so they all needed a good scrubbing. It wasn't as though he needed to say it though. "I never grew up around barn animals, but I can still assume that if a girl is... no offense, bloated, then they're pregnant. That's what my sisters taught me. Plus, the gal looked pretty miserable too, but that's great that we're going to have a little sheep come soon. Not us. Yeah, like you said, we can't pop out baby sheep, but yeah, she will." Her rambles were hurting his head and confusing him as well, but they both hopefully got the point.
”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen
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