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

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

Since when does a damn sheep bring good luck?

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

Where I come from, a lot of people carried them. They were really popular.

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

But it's a sheep! There's a ton of things out there luckier than a sheep.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[Kind of amused]

Like what?

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

My Medal of Honor.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

But would you give that to a friend? I'm making these as presents for people I know. To bring them good luck.