Post by M&M on Oct 11, 2017 18:34:23 GMT -6
Hey everybuddy!
The last time I got my paws on Meesh’s laptop, I had befriended a family of amphibians and was just about to grow a pair of fins and a tail before the sun’s big beautiful yellow face finally stuck out between the storm clouds. It looked especially bright and happy seeing it again for the first time in three days! Meesh is alright too, and back to her daily adventures, most of which include a cookie or two (or a dozen…she bakes them a whole lot and it’s fantastical) so I’ve been visiting. Anyway, it’s good to be back to blogging again, my paws are just itching to tell you about the happenings around here!
…No really, they’re itching pretty bad. I think I stepped on some poison ivy. One moment while I rub my paw over this tree here.
…
Anywho, the first thing that happened after the sky stopped crying was that we all ran out of the den (we had an aweshum time, but we were pretty cramped in there) and started splashing in the puddles. It’s not like we weren’t soggy already, so we didn’t mind getting all muddy again because this time, the sun was out and the birds were chirping. Mr. and Mrs. Froggy and the little tadpoles all happily gave us many croaks of ‘thank yoos’ and ‘we will happily lend our logs to you if you ever need thems’, and they hopped back to the river.
It was shortly after that -and lunch- that I realized that the Hangout turned seven years old.
Which is weird, because I'm seven. But that's beside the point.
And that means that it's been seven years of puppies and critters, friendships and fun, and cookies! I've learned so much from my human friends and have had such an aweshum time. We've had lots of adventures together, huh?
The leads us to the second thing that happened, which is the reason why my tail is wagging really fast and an adventure-pack is strapped over my shoulders.
So right after the storm ended, I decided it would be good to invite friends over for a party to celebrate (with lots and looots of cookies, and balloons). But, there was a lot of work to be done at the Houngout! You see, after the rainstorm was over we spent a lot of the day cleaning up, because branches and leaves and mud were all over the place. I was with my cousins, Auki and Tala, and Uncle Griff assigned us to pick up the sticks and put them in one big pile, which I decided would be part of the celebration somehow (stick-tag, anyone?). We were having tons of fun, because every other stick we dragged to the pile was discovered to be a magic wand, and so of course we had to turn everything we saw into a funny bug. It was a great play, at least until Tala turned the Jamboree Oak Tree into a tarantula and we all got scared.
It was thanks to Lucy that we returned back to reality, because she had been trotting up the hill, calling to us at the top of her voice, but we couldn’t hear her because the top of her voice is about as high as a sprout and we were baking frantically. Anyway, when she got to the top, unable to catch her front left hoof in time to make room for her back right leg, she tripped. It was then that we finally noticed her presence, because it was then that I tumbled over as I cushioned her fall.
“What happened Lucy?” I said. I knew it was Lucy, because her hoof was on my nose and she was apologizing.
“I-I’m sorry, Misty,” the little unicorn said. Her spotty coat was ruffled with excitement, and her worried expression quickly changed to a timid grin. “A letter, a letter! A bird gave me a letter.”
“A bird sent you a letter? What does it say?”
“But, I can’t read, Misty. Help?”
You see, Lucy is almost five, so she can’t read yet, and doesn’t say much either. I was very excited to hear she got a letter (from a bird, what’s more!), so the four of us quickly got ourselves settled, and Lucy unfolded the letter very slowly and carefully, and sat down to listen to me read it.
It read;
Our excitement was no longer due to the prospect of a feathered pen-pal, nor to a future celebration of sticks and tag, but to the dire need of a lil’ critter, whether feathered, or furry, or scaly, or what-have-you, and we abandoned our stick pile and raced to the Authorities to explain this happening.
And now, to the present; a lil’ critter needs our help, and we need to assemble a Fellowship!
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Follow Misty!
Misty n' Friends 7th Birthday RPG Event
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The last time I got my paws on Meesh’s laptop, I had befriended a family of amphibians and was just about to grow a pair of fins and a tail before the sun’s big beautiful yellow face finally stuck out between the storm clouds. It looked especially bright and happy seeing it again for the first time in three days! Meesh is alright too, and back to her daily adventures, most of which include a cookie or two (or a dozen…she bakes them a whole lot and it’s fantastical) so I’ve been visiting. Anyway, it’s good to be back to blogging again, my paws are just itching to tell you about the happenings around here!
…No really, they’re itching pretty bad. I think I stepped on some poison ivy. One moment while I rub my paw over this tree here.
…
Anywho, the first thing that happened after the sky stopped crying was that we all ran out of the den (we had an aweshum time, but we were pretty cramped in there) and started splashing in the puddles. It’s not like we weren’t soggy already, so we didn’t mind getting all muddy again because this time, the sun was out and the birds were chirping. Mr. and Mrs. Froggy and the little tadpoles all happily gave us many croaks of ‘thank yoos’ and ‘we will happily lend our logs to you if you ever need thems’, and they hopped back to the river.
It was shortly after that -and lunch- that I realized that the Hangout turned seven years old.
Which is weird, because I'm seven. But that's beside the point.
And that means that it's been seven years of puppies and critters, friendships and fun, and cookies! I've learned so much from my human friends and have had such an aweshum time. We've had lots of adventures together, huh?
The leads us to the second thing that happened, which is the reason why my tail is wagging really fast and an adventure-pack is strapped over my shoulders.
So right after the storm ended, I decided it would be good to invite friends over for a party to celebrate (with lots and looots of cookies, and balloons). But, there was a lot of work to be done at the Houngout! You see, after the rainstorm was over we spent a lot of the day cleaning up, because branches and leaves and mud were all over the place. I was with my cousins, Auki and Tala, and Uncle Griff assigned us to pick up the sticks and put them in one big pile, which I decided would be part of the celebration somehow (stick-tag, anyone?). We were having tons of fun, because every other stick we dragged to the pile was discovered to be a magic wand, and so of course we had to turn everything we saw into a funny bug. It was a great play, at least until Tala turned the Jamboree Oak Tree into a tarantula and we all got scared.
It was thanks to Lucy that we returned back to reality, because she had been trotting up the hill, calling to us at the top of her voice, but we couldn’t hear her because the top of her voice is about as high as a sprout and we were baking frantically. Anyway, when she got to the top, unable to catch her front left hoof in time to make room for her back right leg, she tripped. It was then that we finally noticed her presence, because it was then that I tumbled over as I cushioned her fall.
“What happened Lucy?” I said. I knew it was Lucy, because her hoof was on my nose and she was apologizing.
“I-I’m sorry, Misty,” the little unicorn said. Her spotty coat was ruffled with excitement, and her worried expression quickly changed to a timid grin. “A letter, a letter! A bird gave me a letter.”
“A bird sent you a letter? What does it say?”
“But, I can’t read, Misty. Help?”
You see, Lucy is almost five, so she can’t read yet, and doesn’t say much either. I was very excited to hear she got a letter (from a bird, what’s more!), so the four of us quickly got ourselves settled, and Lucy unfolded the letter very slowly and carefully, and sat down to listen to me read it.
It read;
"Lost Ama and Apa
Stuc in littl cav
plis help
Stuc in littl cav
plis help
its reelly bark
- Timko"
- Timko"
Our excitement was no longer due to the prospect of a feathered pen-pal, nor to a future celebration of sticks and tag, but to the dire need of a lil’ critter, whether feathered, or furry, or scaly, or what-have-you, and we abandoned our stick pile and raced to the Authorities to explain this happening.
And now, to the present; a lil’ critter needs our help, and we need to assemble a Fellowship!
...
Follow Misty!
Misty n' Friends 7th Birthday RPG Event
...
