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...?

Comments

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[He takes it between his thumb and finger, peering closely at it.]

What is it?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

It's called an 'Almighty Dolly.' It's a good luck charm.

They were really popular where I came from.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

It's... certainly interesting.

[He doesn't put it down, though.]

I appreciate it.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[He smiles brightly.]

You're welcome.

I figure that after last week, Mayfield could use a little more luck.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Luck, or something else.

[But he tucks it away in some bit of paneling, all the same.]

I guess this is as good a start as any.