Yesterday had been a difficult day, spent in large part packing up our things from the Pirates' Treehouse (though in truth, none but I ever referred to it as such anymore, and even I did so mostly to myself) and readying them to be transported to our new home. Though I could not be thankful for anyone's disappearance from the island, I had to own,
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"Today's moving day, yeah?" he called in French as he approached the villa and saw Phedre and Joscelin out front. His eyebrows raised at the sight of the birds. "When did you get pet hawks?"
[phedre + joscelin, please!]
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"It may well have been," I point out, stepping away from the trio of hawks, which are still flapping their wings and screeching. "We just may not have seen it amidst everything else sitting out to be moved."
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"I believe if we can find a few fallen branches we can lash them together to make a sort of pallet for the horse to pull," I called over my shoulder as I went down the hall to retrieve my shoes and shorts. "And some strong rope should do the trick of lowering the beds down onto it. Thank Elua for the walkways, else we'd be lowering them out the windows," I laughed as I came back into the room.
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Once there, I led the horse to stand where the pallet would be directly beneath the outer walkway, that Bill and Joscelin might lower the beds down onto it without much maneuvering. "I should like to offer my assistance," I called out, chuckling, as they scrambled up the ladder, "but I feel somehow I would serve this endeavor best on the ground, do you agree?"
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