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[vancealot]

Well, five hours of dragging and being dragged across the British countryside by my aunts turned up two furtive parent types, covered in mud. On a donkey.

Somehow, none of us were terribly surprised that they hadn't gotten very far.

At any rate, a letter, just to seal the deal (a end/beginning sort of thing, if you will):

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[kinnonme]

*SQUEALS*

ANOTHER ONE!

I shall name this one...Muggsie.

*pets it*

[vancealot]

This was the one she got me:

[kinnonme]

*DIES LAUGHING*

[vancealot]

*smiles*

Got a name for him? I was thinking Moody. Maybe with a patch?

[hunting_realism]

Did they ever actually make it to London?

[vancealot]

'fraid not--they had been traveling, after they got off the ride they hitchhiked, southeast instead of northwest, and actually ended up closer to home than when they started. The mud and the donkey, they refuse to explain.

*smiles fondly*

[hunting_realism]

Oh dear. *smiles and blinks* How is it that you ended up the practical one in the family? I mean, even I have a genetic precedence for my craziness.

[vancealot]

Well, craziness seems to travel in a rather crazy way in my family's bloodstream--down two and to the right, as it were. Makes family reunions a happy, happy time.