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Abby watches these pale grey cows with legs so thin they shouldn't be able to hold their bodies up and then their feet. They look like four trash can lids. The feet are so enormous. The Mooncalves quietly walk out of the maize. They stop for a minute and form what can only be described as a chorus line. Each calf lines up perfectly behind the other. Then the mooncalves lift their front legs up and start dancing on their hind legs. The movements are beautiful. The first mooncalf twirls around, then the second calf starts twirling while the first one is half through her twirl and so on until ever calf in the line has twirled around. Then the mooncalves divide up into groups of three. The calves jump up and down bouncing their front legs as the move. The Mooncalves then drop their front legs and run around in circles. After that they form a chorus line again and then get back up on their hind legs. The form a series of unique patterns in the ground as they prance back to the maize. "Professor Morgan, that was Simply Amazing. |
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Fyo had grabbed a lantern, as instructed, and he had arrived, a short while ago, wrapped up in a cosy blanket that was good to feel. It somehow made the chill in the atmosphere feel more real, more there, and that was wonderful, delicious in a way he could not describe. "Professor," he said, and his hand was in the air out of habit. "I saw one at the very edge, and one over there -" He pointed in the distance. "Gosh, such large feet!" Truly amazing, one had to say. "Their skin seemed like a coat of shimmer - sort of like paint - from here!" Fluorescent paint, to be more precise. "I think it's the moonlight, ma'am. It seems to give them a kind of glow." He paused, a little thoughtfully, then went on, "They have very firm, very stable movements - as if they know exactly what they're doing." Mooncalves were sorta cute, and the dance had just reminded Fyo how glorious, how very brilliant, nature and its ways could be. Good day, good day. |
From the sounds of it, most students had seen what they'd come to see. She had to stifle a giggle at some of their recounts. Perception could be a funky little thing. All in all, she thought the midnight lesson was a success. Of course there was still one last thing to be done... Pulling off her mittens, Professor Morgan slipped her hands into her dragonhide gloves. Then she stood up and walked over towards the maze. Spotted what she was looking for, Iliana bent over and picked up a small silver lump. "Class," she said, holding the lump in the air. "Can anyone tell me what this is?" |
Tibi knew exactly what that was. It had landed in his plate at the opening feast, hadn't it? "Professor," he said raising his hand, "isn't that mooncalf dung?" And, uh, EW. |
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"Mooncalf dung?" Fyo half-suggested, half-stated, hand in air. "I've heard it has magical properties, professor." |
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She looked at the students questioningly for a moment and then said, "WELL?! What are you all waiting for? Put on your dragonhide gloves and start collecting. It MUST be collected before daylight if it to maintain its potency." Professor Morgan was obviously a little tired herself. "There are mason jars in the bag on my blanket. Help yourself." |
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"No way." Jake stared at the silvery stuff with a repulsed expression. "I'm not touching that," he added, feling downright queasy. The opening feast had been bad enough... |
Collect? Umm... Fyo, much as he loved nature, much as he did NOT hate to get his hands dirty with a bit of soil, could not exactly say he wanted to do this. But Professor Morgan's word was, he guessed, final. "Yes, professor," he said, pulling on his dragon-hide gloves, before heading off towards the jars. |
Samson lounged on his blanket, sitting indian style, with a lamp between his legs. He was too interested in the fact that 1) they were having a class outside, 2) they were having a class at night! 3) they were having a class in the Maize Maze and they weren't lost, and 4) Mooncalves! 'Nuff said. This was the first CoMC, at night no less, that Samson was not prone to dozing off. And he was much too distracted by his classmates' other observations to voice out his own. Oooh weeell. Bahaha. And. GAH! They had to collect Mooncalf dung now? Euugghh. "These are gonna be used in Herbology, aren't they?" He inquired as he moved to take a jar from the Professor's blanket. Weighing the jar in his hand, he asked another question. "We aren't expected to fill this jar, are we?" Gross. :| |
Woah. Brody had never seen anything like that in her whole entire life, and she had a lot of creatures back at home. Many times during the mooncalves dance she had, had to remind herself that she was a lady and shouldnt have her mouth open like a codwish. Then Professor Morgan wanted them to describe what they had seen. Could she remember what she had seen, she'd be in a kind of trance. Thinking for a second, as she listened to the others speak before she did. "They kinda danced like they hadn't a care in the world. It was pretty, and unique." And she wanted ago but she wasnt a mooncalve so she couldn't. "They danced beautifully." And then Professor Morgan was speaking again. What. Brody's mouth opened and she looked like a codfish again. She had to pick up dung. Whuut! Brody was a lady! Lady's didnt pick up dung. EwwEwwEwwwEwwEww. But...it seemed like everyone else was, and that meant she kind of had to do it. Still it was very eeww. Standing up, she collected one of the jar thingys, and pulled on her dragon-hide gloves, but she was going to let someone else pick up some dung first. It was still ewwww. |
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"I'm no'touching thastuff." she mumbled, extremely tired and cold. How to get out of doing this? How? HOW? Without thinking, Evelyn took the blanket and threw it over her head so it covered her entire self. Can't do the work if you can't see her. *teehee* |
Surprise, surprise. Nobody - NOBODY - wanted to collect the dung. Fyo understood, of course he understood, but he knew, too, that someone had to do it. This was, after all, a class - Professor Morgan was in-charge and, for him, her word was final. Guess I'll begin, he thought to himself and, with a shrug, he walked over to the maze. He wanted to inspect the ground better - Fyo wondered if the patterns he had read of, the one mooncalves were sorta famous for, ran through it in clear, geometric fashion; wished to see them more properly - but the task at hand obviously pressed. With half a grin at the thought of what he was doing, the fourth year bent down, picked up a grey-silver lump and, carefully unscrewing the jar, dropped the dung into it. Well, that was certainly a start. |
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Though, now that he had begun to take the thing in his stride, Fyo didn't find the task they had been allotted that bad. It was alright, picking up the dung and tossing it into his jar, the lid of which he screwed back every time because he did not want to risk the silver he had collected falling out [in case the jar, say, tilted while he was bending down to pick some more dung.] Now THAT would be a real waste of plentya hard work! |
Abigail didn’t mind collecting the dung, it’s not like they were doing it with their bare hands. So after replacing her woollen gloves with her dragonhide gloves she collected a jar from the professor’s blanket, and began to help collect the dung. She hoped the other students would hurry up and join in, so as they could get to bed before dawn. |
After watched a couple of the students picking up the dung, Brody decided that she had better pick up alittle bit too. Afterall Professor Morgan had said that it needed to be picked up before the morning came. Being grateful that she had tied her hair up beforehand, Brody made her way over to a little pile of the dung, and after taking the lid of the jar off, she bent down and quickly put it into the jar. Loverly. Now she would probably stink of dung. She quicky put the lid back on, before looking around to see if there was anymore she could pick up, although she hoped some other students would come and get it all. |
Professor Morgan continued collecting the dung herself and smiled at the few students that had stood up to join her. "Excellent work, guys. Keep it up." She smiled. They certainly knew the way to earn brownie points with her. Looking over at the "The sooner you get this done, the sooner you'll get back to your warm beds." |
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He fell quiet, suddenly realizing he had spoken out loud [Fyodor Balouch was SO not the kind to speak up in class, unless asked - or to ask - a question], and bent down again to pick up some more dung. This, he dropped into his jar, the lid of which he quickly screwed into place. .... ....... He wanted his Butterfly. |
Herminny made a face as a little of disgust (Don't blame her, I don't think are too many people who enjoy picking up poop) and put on her dragon hide gloves and bent down and collected some mooncalf dung and hesitantly put into the jar. This is so disgusting Herminny thought but she was glad she was done. |
Alexandra made a noise of disgust and got up from the blanket and went to collect the Mooncalf Dung quite reluctantly. |
The sooner they got this picked up the sooner they could go to bed? Scorre! This seemed to stimulate Brody a little, as although she didnt really like touching the dung, even through the gloves, she bent down a picked up a little more of the silver stuff, and placed it gently into her jar, not wanting to get an on the sides. Putting the lid back on carefully, she looked at Fyo, and smiled at him. "Fyo's right. The moonlight is really pretty." She nodded, as she picked up a bit more of the dung. On the other hand the dung wasnt so pretty. |
Tavelon had been asked to 'help himself' to cookies. 'Help himself' to a chocolate frog. Marshmallows. Bananas. A number of things. But he had never been asked to 'help himself' to a fresh lump of poo. He reluctantly put on his dragon hide gloves. Tavelon found a large lump of the silvery poo. Ew. Ew. Ew. By the time he was done washing his hands, his skin would be raw. Sure, he had gloves on, but it was still really gross. Tavelon reluctantly scooped it up. Then again.... It was dark, so why not work on Professor Ashby's homework assignment. He set the poo down and removed his gloves, slipping a marshmallow out of his pocket he "picked" it up off the ground. "Found some poo, Professor!" he said, popping the marshmallow into his mouth. Hopefully it was dark enough for that to work.... |
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"Yeah," he said, with a friendly nod, as his eyes landed on a pretty large pile of dung, the largest he had stumbled on, so far. "Oh my," he said, shaking his head as he scooped up some silver. Ah, well! |
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