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Dear god, remind me to never move again. If it's not one thing, it's another. Fist there was the fight between Marilee and Alicia as to whom would get which room. Thankfully there are two rooms that are similar one on the beginning of the corridor, the other on the end, with my room in the middle.
That solved the room problem. Then there's the moving, something scared off the movers, I had no idea what. And even though Willow assured me that the presence she sensed in our new house was not evil...I'm thinking it's not good either. It took me a while, but I finally caught the little buggers in the act. They were stealing my silverware!
The house is infested by Brownies.
Yes, I'll wait while you stop laughing.
This
Is a Brownie.
The origin of this race is traced to Scotland. Brownies currently residing in the United States and Canada most likely arrived with Scottish immigrants. Among their names from other human cultures are: Nis from Denmark, Domonvoi from Russia (where they cry like Banshees when death is approaching a member of their chosen family, and to warn of fires), Yumboes from North Africa, Choa Phum Phi from China and Hobs from the English. They are still common to the Scottish Highlands and on the Hebrides Islands, but are rarely heard of elsewhere.
Brownies are domestic faeries, offering aid to mortals who are churning butter or grinding meal. For their service, they expect rewards of milk and bread. (Brownies who are displeased with their gifts often turn into the nasty Boggarts who harass the inhabitants of their domicile.) As with other faeries, should a human mistakenly offer them clothes in return for their labors, brownies will cease their efforts and disappear forever. In addition to their labors in the home, some brownies also guarded the corn yard during winter. Because of their industrious and beneficial nature, the Girl Scouts have adopted the name Brownies for their youngest members.
Resulting from their generous nature, a hatred of misers and cheats is characteristic among the race. Brownies will not tolerate lying and utterly detest pretentiousness.
They are nocturnal, although most are able to appear in the sunlight should they wish. However, there are a few non-Scottish House brownies who will perish if exposed to sunlight. Legends holds that it is for this reason that the brownies' familiar, the rooster, crows in the morning, warning his friends that it is time for bed. (Some Scots even held that brownies could take the form of roosters.)
Small and usually male, brownies tend towards the hairy side and have slightly pointed ears, long fingers and dress in blue, green or the most typical brown. Their size makes them extremely cautious of cats and the humans they assist must not harbor the beasts within their homes. Most are keenly intelligent, except the Dobie who is a dull witt. He wishes to help, but always flubs the job because of his lack of intelligence.
I've tried offering them clothes, but they wouldn't budge! It would figure that I'd end up with an entire clan of Dobies infesting my house! They're 'trying' to help usually means they steal everything that's not nailed down. They even tried to take off with FrouFrou, but I'm guessing he defended himself. They're walking around him in a very large circle.
Of course now Marilee has spotted them as well and deemed them 'cwute' and wont allow me to get rid of them. Alicia thought they were cute as well, until they took off with her hairbrush.
Should've known better then to buy a house that hasn't been lived in since 1900 something and who's previous owners were called 'McDowell'.
Hmm, I wonder if Lindsey can have a word with them. I mean...he's a Mac. Or Angel, he's Irish...originally.
At any rate, I'm stuck with having to move all my stuff in here without any movers. I'd best lend a truck somewhere I guess.
Bother, just my luck. Bloody hell.
That solved the room problem. Then there's the moving, something scared off the movers, I had no idea what. And even though Willow assured me that the presence she sensed in our new house was not evil...I'm thinking it's not good either. It took me a while, but I finally caught the little buggers in the act. They were stealing my silverware!
The house is infested by Brownies.
Yes, I'll wait while you stop laughing.
This
Is a Brownie.
The origin of this race is traced to Scotland. Brownies currently residing in the United States and Canada most likely arrived with Scottish immigrants. Among their names from other human cultures are: Nis from Denmark, Domonvoi from Russia (where they cry like Banshees when death is approaching a member of their chosen family, and to warn of fires), Yumboes from North Africa, Choa Phum Phi from China and Hobs from the English. They are still common to the Scottish Highlands and on the Hebrides Islands, but are rarely heard of elsewhere.
Brownies are domestic faeries, offering aid to mortals who are churning butter or grinding meal. For their service, they expect rewards of milk and bread. (Brownies who are displeased with their gifts often turn into the nasty Boggarts who harass the inhabitants of their domicile.) As with other faeries, should a human mistakenly offer them clothes in return for their labors, brownies will cease their efforts and disappear forever. In addition to their labors in the home, some brownies also guarded the corn yard during winter. Because of their industrious and beneficial nature, the Girl Scouts have adopted the name Brownies for their youngest members.
Resulting from their generous nature, a hatred of misers and cheats is characteristic among the race. Brownies will not tolerate lying and utterly detest pretentiousness.
They are nocturnal, although most are able to appear in the sunlight should they wish. However, there are a few non-Scottish House brownies who will perish if exposed to sunlight. Legends holds that it is for this reason that the brownies' familiar, the rooster, crows in the morning, warning his friends that it is time for bed. (Some Scots even held that brownies could take the form of roosters.)
Small and usually male, brownies tend towards the hairy side and have slightly pointed ears, long fingers and dress in blue, green or the most typical brown. Their size makes them extremely cautious of cats and the humans they assist must not harbor the beasts within their homes. Most are keenly intelligent, except the Dobie who is a dull witt. He wishes to help, but always flubs the job because of his lack of intelligence.
I've tried offering them clothes, but they wouldn't budge! It would figure that I'd end up with an entire clan of Dobies infesting my house! They're 'trying' to help usually means they steal everything that's not nailed down. They even tried to take off with FrouFrou, but I'm guessing he defended himself. They're walking around him in a very large circle.
Of course now Marilee has spotted them as well and deemed them 'cwute' and wont allow me to get rid of them. Alicia thought they were cute as well, until they took off with her hairbrush.
Should've known better then to buy a house that hasn't been lived in since 1900 something and who's previous owners were called 'McDowell'.
Hmm, I wonder if Lindsey can have a word with them. I mean...he's a Mac. Or Angel, he's Irish...originally.
At any rate, I'm stuck with having to move all my stuff in here without any movers. I'd best lend a truck somewhere I guess.
Bother, just my luck. Bloody hell.