Drink a toast to the New Year, and be safe and smart tonight! Happy New Year!
By the way, no matter how very politely you tell them you cannot understand them and ask for another operator, they will hang up on you. And I have had many who are completely incomprehensible. Oh yeah -they'll also hang up on you if you start speaking Japanese. I couldn't resist.
And this time? I closed the account.
“You walk like you were crossing a field to water the horses” Robin hissed at her, under her breath, “Slow down, give that cute little butt of yours a bit of swing.” Winking, Robin raised her voice to be heard a little better. “This is my little sister, Fala – isn’t she cute?” The wealthy merchant looked Fala over from head to toe and shrugged, giving Robin a squeeze with the arm draped over her shoulder. “I think I like you a lot better” he smirked.
“Oh, give her some time to ripen up” Robin teased, “She’s young yet, but she is learning. I’ll thank you for one of those flutes of the champaigne, Fala, and a couple of those little finger sandwiches. Are there any of those with the cheese? You know I love those!” Robin subtly moved her eyes to cue Fala which items to hand her from the heavy tray and for once, Fala managed it without losing the balance and chucking food all over the place.
It is the late 1800s and a newlywed couple is unexpectedly stranded during their honeymoon in an isolated mountain village. A castle looms on the peaks. When the bride suddenly vanishes, the young husband is unable to get the townspeople to take him seriously or help in any way. Finally, he is told that the Count in the castle high above is a vampire, and that young women and children have been vanishing for many years. Alone but determined, he decides to confront the Count and save his bride.
Tonight a meeting like no other has convened in Rosemary’s hut in the woods outside of Bberg. My mind has been in a whirl since so many truths have come to light. I am hoping that recording this meeting, with clear organized notes might do well both to settle my thoughts, and serve as a reminder should I become lost in the forest in my mind again. It is so much darker and more unfriendly than the forest where Rosemary’s hut sits.
Present are Gruen and his vast friend Whosit, Mr and Mrs. C, Professor D, myself, my beloved and recently recovered Gabriella, and Rosemary the Hedge Witch.
As we gathered together, Professor D (and myself if I may say so) had a number of questions for the locals regarding their conviction that the Count is, indeed, the culprit behind these mysterious illnesses and disappearances.
(Oh stop gasping - I doubt I publish this one, and even if I did, right now it isn't worth stealing. I also decided a long time ago that if someone wants to steal your work they're gonna do it. If you created it you can always defend yourself from plagarism later by showing the original files)
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