02-18-2011, 07:54 PM
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Perfect!
The dog mix stared at the decaying building in front of him through the square/triangle thing he made with his fingers, as if looking through a frame. With a few repairs here and there and new coat of painting, it would be good as new. He had lchecked the inside before, but he now needed to have a view from the outside as well.
Yet, the perspective of all the hard work implied on those repairs made his whole body already tired, and his brain entered in the "oh,-no-mind-that,-time-for-a-nap" mode. Yet, the perspective of having such a nice place to settle down sounded much more appealing then a nap,as incredible as it could be for the easy-life mutt.
He scratched the side of his face and dropped hard on his butt, feeling the soft dirt wet with the melting snow thorugh his surfer shorts. In a quick motion, the brazilian took off the sketch pad and pencil from his backpack and began to list all the things he was going to need, and to make a small sketch of how it should like when it was done. Tice, his blac-tailed marmoset, peacked at his work through his dreadlocks, beady black eyes blinking everytime he made a swift move with the pencil, which was a lot.
Once the list and sketches were done, not a few minutes later, he got back up again, shaking the snow and dirt from his bottom and turning to Jenna, his small mule, and took off all the crates and bags from her bck, and she snorted loudly, like he had removed the Earth from her. And he didn't doubt she would feel like this. The poor girl. He laced her around one of the trees' branches so he could snack on the small blades of grass still struggling against the cold and the snow. [html]"Pronto garota! Vai lá, descanse um pouco, meu bem."[/html]
He glanced at Tico that now rested on his shoulder, looking at him with vivic eyes. [html]"Vale a pena tentar, pelo menos..."[/html] He said, both to himself and the marmoset, and walked to the materials resting on the ground, taking out a rusty axe from them and turned to one of the trees. First the material, then the construction itself.
Perfect!
The dog mix stared at the decaying building in front of him through the square/triangle thing he made with his fingers, as if looking through a frame. With a few repairs here and there and new coat of painting, it would be good as new. He had lchecked the inside before, but he now needed to have a view from the outside as well.
Yet, the perspective of all the hard work implied on those repairs made his whole body already tired, and his brain entered in the "oh,-no-mind-that,-time-for-a-nap" mode. Yet, the perspective of having such a nice place to settle down sounded much more appealing then a nap,as incredible as it could be for the easy-life mutt.
He scratched the side of his face and dropped hard on his butt, feeling the soft dirt wet with the melting snow thorugh his surfer shorts. In a quick motion, the brazilian took off the sketch pad and pencil from his backpack and began to list all the things he was going to need, and to make a small sketch of how it should like when it was done. Tice, his blac-tailed marmoset, peacked at his work through his dreadlocks, beady black eyes blinking everytime he made a swift move with the pencil, which was a lot.
Once the list and sketches were done, not a few minutes later, he got back up again, shaking the snow and dirt from his bottom and turning to Jenna, his small mule, and took off all the crates and bags from her bck, and she snorted loudly, like he had removed the Earth from her. And he didn't doubt she would feel like this. The poor girl. He laced her around one of the trees' branches so he could snack on the small blades of grass still struggling against the cold and the snow. [html]"Pronto garota! Vai lá, descanse um pouco, meu bem."[/html]
He glanced at Tico that now rested on his shoulder, looking at him with vivic eyes. [html]"Vale a pena tentar, pelo menos..."[/html] He said, both to himself and the marmoset, and walked to the materials resting on the ground, taking out a rusty axe from them and turned to one of the trees. First the material, then the construction itself.