11-13-2008, 07:48 PM
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Of course she was looking for the largest pumpkin in the patch, but she was also falling back into her old ways of the green-toed wolf. She noted the length of the green vines that fed the round bulbs. The muddles planting was disorganized and left some plants to flourish and others to be shaded and starved of the sun’s light. In the next season she would pull the remnants and plant strait and even rows. They would be able to harvest the pumpkins for the pups first birthday, and even decorate the mansion.
Her reply to his thought was simple, “Of course you taste delicious.” all the while, eyes wandering along the trees that lined the sides of the patch. They didn’t hide the sun as much as she first thought, making the area a better garden then she had once imagined it. His next words brought Anu back into focus. She turned to see him atop a large pumpkin, and his stance in proclamation made her grin. Yes, of course he was the king of the pumpkins, being a true pumpkin head and all. She approached his throne, and gave a large play bow, her chin touching the ground in mock honor.
“Your highness.” Her tail wagged, as she stood strait and backed up a few steps and took in the sight of him. “Do you know any games fit for a king?” |