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Post by benon on Feb 24, 2007 18:41:36 GMT -5
Wiffler Greytail regained consciousness in the top boughs of a tall pine. His tail was all that had saved him from falling through countless limbs and a certain death. It was wrapped around the branch, but now was stiff from hours of hanging upside down. He could hear strange sounds from below. Strange cawing and scratching noises unfamiliar to him. He had heard nothing like them in the Southlands where he had spent most of his short life. Hi's eyes began to wander. He could see more pines all around. He couldn't see all the way to the forest floor, but he assumed that it would be down there. After a few minutes of getting his bearings, his body clicked back into normal function. He was HUNGRY, very hungry. And thirsty too. And to top it all off, his tail was starting to slip. He tried with all his infant might to will the tail to hold, but it was not to be. His mind began to think of ways to save his life. He decided that he would try to grab a branch in mid-fall and try to heave his minuscule weight up onto a branch to rest. From there, he reasoned, he could find a suitable spot to climb down and find some vittles. He had no time to perfect this plan, because he fell. Falling.....Falling.......Falling.............
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Post by signasul on Feb 24, 2007 20:43:50 GMT -5
Signasul walked through the woods; he was looking for something, something important. He had been looking for days now, but so far nothing. Not that it was of much concern for the weasel; he had all the time in the world. Then suddenly something hit him on the top of his head.
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Post by benon on Feb 28, 2007 19:49:54 GMT -5
Wiffler fell like a brick. His baby gear and the pan-helmet that had somehow managed to stay atop his head had weighed him down, he fell head first, breaking brantches as he went, he hit something, something solid and it crumpled and they both wint down. Wiffler crawled up and saw Signasul, he looked the weasel up and down he decided not to kill the vermin, because he wanted someone to talk with. He took the pan off of his head and started looking around the crash site for things to eat. It appeared his new weasel companion was unconcious, so, he took off his belt and put it tightly around the weasel's right hand and foot paws.
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Post by signasul on Mar 2, 2007 5:56:59 GMT -5
"W... what?" the weasel looked down at the dubbin "What in the wide wolrd of all things rational and sane are you doing to my extremitys?"
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Post by benon on Mar 2, 2007 17:21:16 GMT -5
"I bees tien eem oop. Shoopid weasel hold thy tounge. Does you know where some good vittles bees at in this yurr forest." The little dibbun circled the weasel eying him critically. "Bees thee good or ebil?" not getting a response emmediately the baby squirres picked up his pan "If thee does not speak I'll hit thee with this yurr pan."
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Post by signasul on Mar 2, 2007 21:08:22 GMT -5
OOC: vittles?
"What?" Said the weasel rather dazzedly "Are you asking me if I'm evil?"
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Post by benon on Mar 3, 2007 23:04:57 GMT -5
"Yuss I bees arskin' if thee bees ebil. If you not tell me I 'tend to hit you berry berry 'ard wiv by big pan in atween your legs. Whit says thee?" The tyrannical baby did not wait for a reply, but set about warning some more. "I will count to free. one two eightyninegajillionninehunnerdandtwennyfive *breath* seven twelve two again a hunnerd twogazintafive sevenybillionkajillionkadrillionfortymillings an' five......."
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Post by signasul on Mar 4, 2007 2:13:16 GMT -5
"... because if you are are, Then i should tell you that there is no answer to that question." replied the weasel
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Post by benon on Mar 4, 2007 16:45:41 GMT -5
OOC: food. What is OOC anyway?
"Ooooooooooooooooootay zen. If thee not tells me zen I hit thee wiv my pan and zen I go an' look f'berries an' tings." The maniacal little baby hefted the pan and brought it down in between the weasels legs. He missed however, but that did not bother the baby in the least. He then proceded to scout around the pathsides for berrybushes.
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Post by signasul on Mar 5, 2007 18:32:35 GMT -5
The weasel siged at the pan hit his lower jaw. "Ow." he said.
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Post by benon on Mar 6, 2007 16:48:16 GMT -5
"Art thou a dibble?" the little squirrel asked in an imperous tone, like a mother scolding a child. "I fink there bees some dock leafs 'round here. 'Old still whilst I cut thee loose, zen thou needst ta find eeself some dock leafs and made f'eeself a poultry-ice." he added "I finks" he bagan patroling up and down the path looking for something edible, he was about twenty yards off when he struck gold. "I FINDED ET! Commere 'urry!"
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Post by signasul on Mar 7, 2007 6:17:59 GMT -5
OOC: ok I'm sorry to stop this like this but I have got to ask... what did he just say?
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Post by benon on Mar 7, 2007 21:23:24 GMT -5
Alright so basically he scolded you for saying "OW". then he said that there were some dock leaves about, then he cut you free to make yourself a bandage of dockleaves. Then he began looking for food and he found something interesting. He is a baby and can't pronounce all his words correctly yet.
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Post by signasul on Mar 8, 2007 18:25:43 GMT -5
OOC: oh, I was cross refrencing a lot, but I still couldent make heads or tails of it.
The weasel, now free, began to slowly, quietly walk away.
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Post by benon on Mar 8, 2007 22:10:10 GMT -5
Wiffler had found an amazing trove: berries, grains, GOLD all in a hole in the ground. He bagan to haul on the stuff. He pulled out a golden dagger, he ran over to where Signasul had been laying. He saw tracks, he followed them until he sighted the weasel. He ran over and flung himself upon the weasel. He sat on the weasel's chest brandishing the golden dagger. "Lookee whit I finded!!!" the happy little baby exclaimed.
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