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<blockquote data-quote="Vargo" data-source="post: 1403031" data-attributes="member: 4436">Edwina was gardening again.Well, she was doing something that a twenty year old gnome without a farming background might consider gardening - randomly pulling up plants and putting them back in the earth, occasionally putting one aside and calling it a weed.She sighed, and reached up with one dirty hand, smearing the sweat off her forhead with the back of her hand.&nbsp; My flowers have to bloom eventually she thought.&nbsp; I've been weeding them every day, why are they taking so long to bloom?As she busied herself with the plucking and replanting of various members of the plant kingdom, a member of a very different kingdom was stalking her.&nbsp; Quietly, the eyes watched from under a bush, waiting for the right moment to pounce upon their unsuspecting prey...Edwina finished her weeding, stood up and streched.&nbsp; At that moment, her stalker took his initiative and pounced on her, knocking her to the ground.&nbsp; Dirt flew in the air as hours of &quot;weeding&quot; was rolled into the dirt.&nbsp; The two bodies tussled, rolled, and finally stopped.&quot;STILLQUIET LAZYFLOP, LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FLOWERS!&quot; Edwina screamed at her cat.&nbsp; Stillquiet, realizing that perhaps pouncing on the gnomish child might not have been the best idea after all, decided discretion was the better part of valor, and fled quickly into the brush.Edwina pulled herself up to her knees, stifled a single sniffle, and thought to herself, Well, he is just doing what a cat does.&nbsp; I can always grow more flowers later.She stood up, and brushed herself off.&nbsp; Mom's going to hate how dirty I am.&nbsp; I'd better take a swim before I go home, and brush off my clothes.As Edwina walked towards the river, she thought about the pall that lay over the village.&nbsp; Dad's really worried about his work, I can tell.&nbsp; He's not doing much carving these days, there's no wood coming back in.&nbsp; Everybody's afraid to cut wood, so there's not much for him to work with...Edwina's thoughts were cut off as several of the village boys ran by.&nbsp; One of them yelled out &quot;Hi, Ed!&quot; as he ran past.&nbsp; Edwina stuck her tongue out at him, and blew a big, wet rasberry.&nbsp; &quot;Dominic, I'll put nettle juice in your bed if you call me Ed one more time!&quot; she yelled back...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Vargo, post: 1403031, member: 4436"] Edwina was gardening again. Well, she was doing something that a twenty year old gnome without a farming background might consider gardening - randomly pulling up plants and putting them back in the earth, occasionally putting one aside and calling it a weed. She sighed, and reached up with one dirty hand, smearing the sweat off her forhead with the back of her hand. [i]My flowers have to bloom eventually[/i] she thought. [i]I've been weeding them every day, why are they taking so long to bloom?[/i] As she busied herself with the plucking and replanting of various members of the plant kingdom, a member of a very different kingdom was stalking her. Quietly, the eyes watched from under a bush, waiting for the right moment to pounce upon their unsuspecting prey... Edwina finished her weeding, stood up and streched. At that moment, her stalker took his initiative and pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. Dirt flew in the air as hours of "weeding" was rolled into the dirt. The two bodies tussled, rolled, and finally stopped. "STILLQUIET LAZYFLOP, LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FLOWERS!" Edwina screamed at her cat. Stillquiet, realizing that perhaps pouncing on the gnomish child might not have been the best idea after all, decided discretion was the better part of valor, and fled quickly into the brush. Edwina pulled herself up to her knees, stifled a single sniffle, and thought to herself, [i]Well, he is just doing what a cat does. I can always grow more flowers later.[/i] She stood up, and brushed herself off. [i]Mom's going to hate how dirty I am. I'd better take a swim before I go home, and brush off my clothes.[/i] As Edwina walked towards the river, she thought about the pall that lay over the village. [i]Dad's really worried about his work, I can tell. He's not doing much carving these days, there's no wood coming back in. Everybody's afraid to cut wood, so there's not much for him to work with...[/i] Edwina's thoughts were cut off as several of the village boys ran by. One of them yelled out "Hi, Ed!" as he ran past. Edwina stuck her tongue out at him, and blew a big, wet rasberry. "Dominic, I'll put nettle juice in your bed if you call me Ed one more time!" she yelled back... [/QUOTE]

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