Posted on November 3rd, 2008 by WordVixen
“My dear, I don’t know why you allowed those, those, humans to stay.” Flopsy removed a clump of hair from Mr. Fuzzhat’s back side and patted it into their nest before settling in.
“It’s not as though I had any choice in the matter. They’re visitors, guests, and they haven’t any way home. We shall help [...]
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Posted on November 1st, 2008 by WordVixen
Mr. Fuzzhat noticed her gesture, and mistook it for tiredness.
“Are you quite well? Perhaps you’d like to have a bit of a lie down. Yes, that’s it.” He clapped his paws again, and the servants appeared to clear away the dishes and leftover foods. “Come with me. We have few rooms suitable for persons of [...]
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Posted on November 1st, 2008 by WordVixen
“You have got to be kidding.” Carlene stopped and looked back towards Trent’s little saucer and wondered if she’d be able to get to it in time. Probably, whatever it is doesn’t seem to be moving very fast, she thought, but he has the keys. Screwing up her cowardice, she plodded along behind Trent, keeping [...]
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Posted on November 1st, 2008 by WordVixen
“What’s that?” Carlene whispered.
She grabbed Trent’s arm, and stood shivering beside him. Trees swayed in the wind, and the tall grass rippled before them. The faint smell of carrots ebbed and flowed with the breeze.
“What? There’s nothing here. Not even bugs as far as I can tell.” Trent pried her fingers from his arm and [...]
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