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The facts were these: Charlotte Charles, aged twenty-nine years and five months did not always wish to spend all of her spare time in the kitchen. In fact, the opposite was true given that the weather was nice and the people were friendly, outdoor activities proved to be viable alternative more often than not.
With the sun shining and people passing to and from their choice of activities, Chuck found a half-shaded patch of grass near the pasture to sit and read on. There was a great deal of reading for her to catch up on, now that she no longer had cooking prep to do for Ellie and Devon’s wedding. Watching Pigby and Digby take turns rolling a ball back and forth between each other. Every so often one of them would roll it over to her, watching and waiting for her to roll it back and continue the game. Chuck thought that it was very sweet of them to want to include her, even if it did get in the way of her reading.
Just as she was about to start the next chapter in her book (an intriguing neo-noir about cheese thieves), there was a squeak that sounded like much like a dog toy being stepped on.
Heaving a sigh, she felt a bit deflated on behalf of both of them. “Oh no, did one of you step on your toy? That’s not….oh hello,” she started before looking up to see that it was not a pet who had done such accidental dirty work, but a person.
[open to any and all. st/lt all welcome.]
With the sun shining and people passing to and from their choice of activities, Chuck found a half-shaded patch of grass near the pasture to sit and read on. There was a great deal of reading for her to catch up on, now that she no longer had cooking prep to do for Ellie and Devon’s wedding. Watching Pigby and Digby take turns rolling a ball back and forth between each other. Every so often one of them would roll it over to her, watching and waiting for her to roll it back and continue the game. Chuck thought that it was very sweet of them to want to include her, even if it did get in the way of her reading.
Just as she was about to start the next chapter in her book (an intriguing neo-noir about cheese thieves), there was a squeak that sounded like much like a dog toy being stepped on.
Heaving a sigh, she felt a bit deflated on behalf of both of them. “Oh no, did one of you step on your toy? That’s not….oh hello,” she started before looking up to see that it was not a pet who had done such accidental dirty work, but a person.
[open to any and all. st/lt all welcome.]