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Post by Gyre on Feb 23, 2008 11:20:23 GMT -5
Gonff flew from his friend's side and stood before the crowd of creatures and addressed them all. "Hey mates!"The mousethaif opened his arms as wide as a preacher's. They slowly stopped walking, as they looked at each other and at Gonnf. "Before you go inside to enjoy this wonderful meal, you must listen to this song!" He brandished the flute, and spun it on his finger. "This ballad is about a toad! I toad that couldn't catch anything to eat but cherry stones!" He put the flute to his lips, played a quick trill, then spoke once again before he launched into song. "This will make you appreciate your lunch!" After only a moment of the mouse's singing and playing, most creatures were at least tapping their footpaws. Some were even dancing with wild abandon. Foremole had joined the Dibbons in a strange-Dibbon ish dance. Gonff glanced back to see if Martin had made his unseen escape...
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Post by LordStripetail on Feb 24, 2008 0:32:41 GMT -5
While Gonff had distracted theothers, Martin had managed to sneak away. His mind wandered, fixated on that memory. Now that he thought about it there was a mole with them as well, a mole who carried a soup ladle, which doubled as a weapon. "why anm i remembering this now?' he wondered to himself as he wandered into the mess hall.
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Post by Gyre on Feb 28, 2008 13:02:40 GMT -5
Gonff's song came to an end, an the creatures all cheered as they slowly made their way into the great hall. The mouse stowed away his flute with smile, nodding to himself. "..Ye' never fail old Gonff." With that, he went inside to look for Martin.
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 4, 2008 0:14:21 GMT -5
Martin reached a table , and sat down. "Affter all these seasons why am I remembering this?' He muttered softly. His past had not been a happy one he had lost his mother when he was a infant, and his father Luke few seasons later. It had only been a few seasons ago that he had finally learned what had happened to him. His face furrowed in sorrow, he did not lke to think about his past, but that image was forcing him now to do just that..
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 14, 2008 1:49:15 GMT -5
Martin looked around, he was, as far as he could tell.. alone in the Hall. He shuddered a bit. the stone floor was cold to the touch, as he got up from the tabl."Maybe the cooks are geng ready to prepare dinner."He sad to himself as Gonff entered the Hall.
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