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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:55 am
 Oh dear oh dear!
What a state, what a mess!
Sunfur was panicking! Again. It was his general state, or so many would tell you. He was a worrier and a party-pooper, but he meant well, when his overbearing nature was directed at you in particular. Today, however, was not directed at anyone, but in fact, at an item of his own home that he had managed to misplace.
A pebble.
To all the world, a pebble was not exactly an important thing, but for Sunfur, its was his 'Lucky Pebble', and it had a pattern that was very unique for river-stones. On its flat surface, a heart pattern had been developed through its seasons in the water, and when it had washed up, apparently by the fates, at Sunfur's feet, he had taken it on as a stone of great importance in his life.
Hence, the little golden-furred mouse's crawling about on his hands and knees through the tree-lined corridors of Woodhaven. His tail flopped from side to side as he crawled on his belly, looking at every pebble that he came across, muttering in his high-pitched voice as he searched. Those that passed him tutted and laughed, but the mouse didn't seem to hear any of them, instead, ignoring them in preference to finding his pebble. If only someone would come and help him!
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:19 am
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, Frank! You're going to get yourself eaten!"
The brown-spiked hedgehog hobbled down the pathway, putting his weight on the branch that served as a crutch. His left footpaw was done up in bandages in an effort to help it heal from the nasty sprain he had gotten not too long ago, after an almost unfortunate run in with a rather hungry owl. He winced each time it touched the dusty path, but continued on after the green and orange insect that scuttled ahead of him. Frank, the mischievous little beetle in question, paid little to no heed to Haliford's warning and continued to shuffle along, as if the entire affair was a game of some sort. His hedgehog would keep him from becoming a snack, anyways. Or at least he thought so in his mind, though Haliford was far from a fighter.
The colorful pet paused for a moment, spying the bright fur, and quickly changed route. He was curious and this mouse was interesting. Haliford, too, took interest. Partly because Sunfur did seem to be in some amount of distress, and partly because he worried that the fellow had a taste for beetles. He was rather fond of his six-legged companion and it took him to hell and back to keep Oakhop from eating him. The mouse seemed rather unhappy about something or other and he knew he couldn't just go on by. He needed to retrieve his platter from the mice, as that infuriating mockingbird had forgotten yet again. That could wait a n**, though. He could always get it later.
"Hey there, are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 3:33 pm
Sunfur's heart leapt into his mouth as the voice called out above him, and a beetle came hovering into view in his line of sight. His shrieked a little and fell backward, a hand-paw raising to his heaving chest, eyes wide and face a mixture of horror and shock as he slowly recovered what little composure he owned, and stood a little shakily. Sunfur had a soft spot for bugs, and bred them in his little abode, and the green-tinted beetle was a fine specimen. He petted it absently, before responding to the hedgehog.
"Oh dear, oh my, not at all, my good fellow, not at all!" His high-pitched, reedy, rather posh accented voice went well with the wringing hands, the twitchy ears and whiskers and seemingly always startled expression of this mouse. His tail flicked about absently in his fearful nature, and the mouse lowered his hands in a calming gesture to the hedgehog. "Oh deary deary me, good sir! I have lost something of great value to me, and I cannot find it! I had been walking home from the thickets, after my nightly wander in search of interesting bug specimens when I realised, upon my arrival home, I had lost my most precious of items, my Lucky Pebble!" At this, a choked sob seemed to erupt from the throat of the golden furred mouse, and he coughed into his hand-paw, stroking down his chest and around to his hips to try and calm his shaking paws and nervous disposition.
"Oh dear, I am getting all in a tither! I simply must find it, good sir! I cannot stand idly by and chat, I have to find it!" Dropping to his knees once more, cautious of the beetle and avoiding squishing him entirely, the golden mouse started his search once more, turning over pebbles and stones that looked promising, only to toss them into the path's verge as rejects.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:22 am
Yep, he definitely seemed to be a bit more than just a smidge distressed and he couldn't very well just leave with a good conscious. He hobbled nearer to the sun-splashed creature and rested his weight almost completely on his crutch. Frank, who was rather annoyed at the sudden lack of attention he was receiving, scuttled to the mouse in question, peering curiously up at his face. This was a good mouse, not one that would hurt him, at least that was what he gathered. A good thing, too, because he was bad about invading the personal space of others.
"Find it, find it, find it." He mimicked in his raspy, clicking, almost intelligible voice. He simply hated being passed over, being somewhat of a spoiled-rotten pest, as he had been since he was but a little larvae.
"Yes, let us help you find it, would you? What does it look like? I'm afraid I'm not as spry as I used to be, at the moment, what with this ol' ankle acting up, but I'd feel right awful if I just left you crawling around on your knees!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:08 am
Sunfur stopped his searching and looked up at the friendly hedgehog. He was a bit nervous of having another search for his Lucky Pebble, but he had only travelled a few paces from his abode, and this was going to be a very long and tedious search by himself. At least if there was another with him, he could be calmed by their presence, and more likely find the pebble.
"I suppose I could use the help, good-hog. It is of reasonable size, with slate grey and salmony pink bands, in the shape of a heart. It is an old river pebble, washed to me by the River itself. I have had it since a dibbun, and is most precious to me!" He wrung his hands, looking about at the pebbles about him. "I was in the Thickets last night, searching for bugs... I don't know when I dropped it!" He whimpered a little, his ears twitching, as well as an eye.
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