Growing Pains
Sybil was faced with a slight problem, and that problem was that she had a dragon that had been total whittle turning into a rather impressive specimen. This made his upkeep somewhat more specialty, however, and so she'd tied him up in the back of the compound and gone inside to place a notice on the bulletin.
In need of several volunteers for heavy lifting to create a swamp dragon pen past the garden of the compound. Stones have been quarried and need to be stacked. Construction ongoing- please see Lady Sybil Ramkin-Vimes if you are interested in donating your time. Refreshments will of course be provided!
She had set Young Sam up with Moon Rat the moonrat on a slender canvas leash she had constructed of a bizarrely ugly bag she'd found in the clothesbox, and the two were taking inventory of the garden. Young Sam was quite proficient with speech now, moreso than she'd really expected him to be, but then to be honest she hadn't the faintest idea of what to expect, developmentally speaking, from children. Mrs. Content had been her go to source on that, and Dr. Lawn as well. Babies had never really been an area of her expertise unless they hatched from eggs and were covered in scales.
"Mum!" Young Sam called, and Sybil raised her head from where she was positioning larger, thicker rocks in a rectangular shape for a foundation.
"Yes, love?" she asked.
"Can moon rat eat this?" he asked, speech still babyish, but the words were there. She blinked and craned her neck.
"I'm sure he could, darling, but I don't think he'd like it unless it had bugs on it. We remember what the harmful bugs look like, right?"
"Yes!" young Sam yelled back with the slightest jump.
"Only let him eat those ones. Remember, dear, no spiders." Letting his pet eat the local population of the garden was about as green as her son's thumb was going to get, she rather thought.
[Sybil is building a small holding pen for her dragon so he has a place to sleep where, if he explodes, no one will be severely injured! It's behind the compound a ways, not completely out of sight, but set back enough where the stones cannot become embedded into the walls and the garden will not be decimated in case of an upset stomach. Swamp dragons have dangerously poor constitutions.
In need of several volunteers for heavy lifting to create a swamp dragon pen past the garden of the compound. Stones have been quarried and need to be stacked. Construction ongoing- please see Lady Sybil Ramkin-Vimes if you are interested in donating your time. Refreshments will of course be provided!
She had set Young Sam up with Moon Rat the moonrat on a slender canvas leash she had constructed of a bizarrely ugly bag she'd found in the clothesbox, and the two were taking inventory of the garden. Young Sam was quite proficient with speech now, moreso than she'd really expected him to be, but then to be honest she hadn't the faintest idea of what to expect, developmentally speaking, from children. Mrs. Content had been her go to source on that, and Dr. Lawn as well. Babies had never really been an area of her expertise unless they hatched from eggs and were covered in scales.
"Mum!" Young Sam called, and Sybil raised her head from where she was positioning larger, thicker rocks in a rectangular shape for a foundation.
"Yes, love?" she asked.
"Can moon rat eat this?" he asked, speech still babyish, but the words were there. She blinked and craned her neck.
"I'm sure he could, darling, but I don't think he'd like it unless it had bugs on it. We remember what the harmful bugs look like, right?"
"Yes!" young Sam yelled back with the slightest jump.
"Only let him eat those ones. Remember, dear, no spiders." Letting his pet eat the local population of the garden was about as green as her son's thumb was going to get, she rather thought.
[Sybil is building a small holding pen for her dragon so he has a place to sleep where, if he explodes, no one will be severely injured! It's behind the compound a ways, not completely out of sight, but set back enough where the stones cannot become embedded into the walls and the garden will not be decimated in case of an upset stomach. Swamp dragons have dangerously poor constitutions.