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Letter One
Dear Hans,
How are you? I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. Mine was pleasant; I got to see some cousins I haven't seen since I was small, and I got to play with some of the babies.
I hope you, the boys and the cats are doing well.
--Metody -
Field trip!
Metody's alarm went off a bit after sunset, shrieking him to a slow, dragging state that might pass for 'awake'. He slapped it off, irritated at being woken - he preferred his ten hours of sleep to be all in one block, thank you - and dragged himself to the kitchen to make a snack ( Read more... ) -
Mother's Day
When he really had to, Metody was capable of getting out of bed at the first sound of the alarm. He'd done it today, scrambling first to his brief shower and then out the door, bound for his own world with gifts of fruit and trinkets in tow ( Read more... ) -
Email!
Darling,
Might I ask you for a favor? How would I say this in German?
"Please speak or clap your paws if you are intelligent, or I will kill and eat you"
Also, do you know anyone who speaks Norwegian?
--Metody -
The First Day
At 4, the soul cakes came out of the oven, brown from the baking and the spice in them, fragrant from their hidden dollops of apricot and honey. He set them on top of a rack to cool, then bent to put in the ham to bake. When he was certain all was well, he washed his hands and returned to his grapefruit, frowning ( Read more... )