 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Prompt #17: Wreath
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“What do you think?”
Ary held the bright green wreath at arm’s length so that Artax the Mooncalf could examine his latest find. “It even has bells.” He gave the object a smart shake so that the bells at the bottom of it jiggled in pleasant sounds. Much to the eleven year old’s disappointment, his creature companion was heartily uninterested. This much Ary gathered from the way Artax fixed him with a stare before continuing on his business of eating.
“Rude.” Ary wrinkled his nose. “Why aren’t you in a festive mood, Arty? I mean… look at this!” He stuck his head through the wreath so that it came to a rest on his shoulders. He then shimmied himself so that there was jiggling with every shimmy. Still Artax was unmoved.
“Tough crowd, tough crowd.” |