017- [action] And things are quiet once again....

[springtime4me]

[This week in mayfield had been especially rough on everyone. Hitler was no exception. Since the only other person in his house was a robot, he'd decided it was safer to drink the milk himself. So he went down every morning, snagged a bottle, and hid in his room. Every day. And every day, he'd gotten the poison. So he'd been dead for most of the week.


But he's trying not to think about that. Today, he just wants to relax a little. Which is why he's in the park  with his sewing supplies. He appears to be making tiny, stuffed sheep. And he's tying different colored ribbon around thier necks. With different little charms on them. They're pretty cute, actually. And he's just putting the finishing touches on one right now.]


There. All done.



I wonder who I should give this one to...?

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[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[A blue ribbon it is. With a little golden bell.]

Here you go. Make sure to take good care of it, or the luck will run out.

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

[chaos takes it carefully, and glances at the sheep, before laughing softly]

Good luck sheep hm?