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Watcher Doings 13

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juicy tangerine wedges

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The Council of Peacekeepers had gathered in the sunlit hollow above the Great Falls to celebrate Ferah’s naming day and full induction into the council; her older brother, Montay, had been lobbying for a change in mission and had other plans for the meeting.

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Gentle

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Grey kitten meowing loudly

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I winced as Hjordis raked the carding paddles, one against the other, demolishing yet another ball of wool, fibers snapping and tangling in self-defense against her rough hands. At this rate, the worked wool would be too hard and lumpy to be used for much of anything; her pile of discards was growing exponentially.

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The Littlest Christmas Goat Trilogy

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snow flakes

1. New Holiday Tradition

“Mom! I can’t find him anywhere!” Janie stumped down the attic stairs, empty-handed.
“That’s ok, I got us something new.”
“Elf on a Shelf is a Christmas tradition!”
“We have to change with the times. It’s been a rough couple of years.” Mom pulled the new tradition out of its paper bag. “Isn’t he cute?”
Janie looked doubtfully at the curving horns, tiny fangs and sharp cloven hooves. She read the tag. “He sees you when you’re sleeping.”
“Go hide him, Janie!” her Mom tossed the tiny goat her way.
“Ouch!”  Something sliced Janie’s hand.
The goat’s eyes glittered.

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Long Boards Too Short

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GlacierLong version:

“We’ve got to have an old pair of your mother’s long boards…er…skis, somewhere here,” Magnhildr crouched and twisted as she snaked her arm through the stacks of children’s skis. “She was full grown when she came to foster with us, so they should work for you, as well.”

Hjordis stepped anxiously from one foot to the other, her troll’s tail twitching, as she peered past the snow giant’s thigh Continue reading →