Post by Sharpcutt on Feb 1, 2008 21:20:20 GMT -5
There was the trill of a flute in the air, and then a joyous carol drifted among the trees of Mossflower.
The song continued, joyous and merry. At last the song ceased. Keeyna, the singer, sat down at the foot of a broad tree and rummaged amongst his belongings. He brought out a flask of tea and a bite of bread, not nearly enough to last him 'till...well, wherever he was headed. His paws took him anywhere they fancied, and before he knew it he had stumbled upon a caravan or a welcome abbey...just like the one before him.
"By jove, what a sight, eh!" With a sniff he gobbled down the remains of his bread and took a swallow of his tea. He leaped to his paws, his cloak sweeping around him. "I hope they'll accept a humble ole hare in their midst, despite being armed to the teeth, wot!" This seemed to humor him immensely, for he began laughing hard enough to send the weapons on his belt jingling. He galloped toward it and knocked heartily on the door, ears twitching as he waited for a response.
Leena was a good old mouse
Who lived within an old brick house
She sowed the crop
and cooked nonstop
Oh yes, oh
Old Leena was her name!
She wiped wet noses
and tended the roses
But one day this life bored her
and she said
"Oh sure,
this style suits an old, stooped wife
who's known only the dull half-life
But not for me
I shall sail the sea..!
Who lived within an old brick house
She sowed the crop
and cooked nonstop
Oh yes, oh
Old Leena was her name!
She wiped wet noses
and tended the roses
But one day this life bored her
and she said
"Oh sure,
this style suits an old, stooped wife
who's known only the dull half-life
But not for me
I shall sail the sea..!
The song continued, joyous and merry. At last the song ceased. Keeyna, the singer, sat down at the foot of a broad tree and rummaged amongst his belongings. He brought out a flask of tea and a bite of bread, not nearly enough to last him 'till...well, wherever he was headed. His paws took him anywhere they fancied, and before he knew it he had stumbled upon a caravan or a welcome abbey...just like the one before him.
"By jove, what a sight, eh!" With a sniff he gobbled down the remains of his bread and took a swallow of his tea. He leaped to his paws, his cloak sweeping around him. "I hope they'll accept a humble ole hare in their midst, despite being armed to the teeth, wot!" This seemed to humor him immensely, for he began laughing hard enough to send the weapons on his belt jingling. He galloped toward it and knocked heartily on the door, ears twitching as he waited for a response.
