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[avifauna]

*is tiny muddy kid still*

*handwriting is bigger but still barely legible*

I caught a frog, but she ran away. So did I.

A man told me never marry an englishwoman and he is right. All the ones I know are mad.

I still cannot find my frog.

Comments

[misspeacock]

*coos and tousles kidified!Stephen*

[avifauna]

*flails and gives you a mistrustful look*

[/sock] Sophie tried to make him Behave. He's a little freaked. ;) [sock]

[avifauna]

(only with the right icon)

[misspeacock]

*giggles like mad* Hello, sir.

[avifauna]

*eyes* Hello.

[misspeacock]

I'm afraid I don't know where your frog's gone. Cookie?

[avifauna]

...

Yes, thank you.

*somewhat reassured -- grownups bearing sugar are an entirely different beast than grownups threatening bed*

She is a fine great lady frog, but that boy frightened her.

[/sock] I'll just be over here falling off my chair. [sock]

[misspeacock]

Ah, I see. Oh dear. Which boy? We have a lot more of them than usual around here today.

*beams at the typist* :D :D

[avifauna]

*points solemnly Crowley-ward*

[misspeacock]

Of course, I should have known. *feeds more cookies*