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Aug 17, 2006 07:52

Harold and Snowball are sitting by a deserted beach somewhere. They've been there for some time - longer than no time, shorter than a long time. They've liked it there.

He's fiddling with his purple crayon, deciding what to draw..what to draw.

Ooh. A line.
Another line.
oooh a line to CONNECT the other lines. PRETTY.
He hums happily as more pretty lines appear and they connect and intercect and things. He's not really sure what he's drawing yet, but it'll be fun to find out.

After several minutes he realizes he's drawing a village. Several shops, different shapes, a tall skinny building..he doesn't know what that could be. There's a pond with some duckies..hee duckies..and trees over there..
Ooh and there's people! Mmm.. there's a lady in a witch hat, a flying monkey that makes him giggle, a man in cape, someone hunched over and walking with a limp, someone with dimonds on his face... Ooh and there's a few kids..

And one with a dog...
Harold frowns slightly. That dog looks an awfully lot like Snowball.
And that kid standing next to him is Harold sized. Harold keeps drawing to see more...
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