Sep 08, 2006 11:49
Green cheese,
Yellow laces,
Up and down
The market places.
Some things are universal, like nursery rhymes. Little ditties, pieces of music to the ear easily learned and easily repeated. There was no domingon for this little girl as there had been for her father, so it would have to do for the time being. He'd heard this one in the Emerald City as they'd passed by on the march out of the city. Those memories weren't particularly pleasant but if they served to make the child amused then they served.
He sits on the couch with Trindle in his arms. There's a bottle on the coffee table, along with a plate holding half-eaten toast and a cup of cooling tea.
trindle thropp,
trism bon cavalish,
april cornwell