Picnic (ota)
There was a red and white checkered blanket laid out on the ground. On top of the blanket was a white, old Victorian tea set that had been laid out for several guests in a circles. There was hot tea in all of them and various little pastries on little plates next to each place setting. In a few of the places set porcelain dolls in ornate dresses and big hair that were authentically Victorian as well.
"Miss Edith, you haven't touched your biscuit at all." Drusilla frowned. "You should show better manners than that, especially with company over."
Drusilla turned to look at the company. "Would you like some more tea, mummy?" Dru poured more tea into the cup that was stationed near the headstone of her mother's grave, which the blanket was on.
Suddenly Dru stood, swooping a brunette doll from the ground. She then began to dance with the doll in a waltz, humming as she danced on top of her mother's grave.
"Miss Edith, you haven't touched your biscuit at all." Drusilla frowned. "You should show better manners than that, especially with company over."
Drusilla turned to look at the company. "Would you like some more tea, mummy?" Dru poured more tea into the cup that was stationed near the headstone of her mother's grave, which the blanket was on.
Suddenly Dru stood, swooping a brunette doll from the ground. She then began to dance with the doll in a waltz, humming as she danced on top of her mother's grave.