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Mrs. Truemane dabbed her lips with a napkin.
"I'm going upstairs for a nap. Wake me when it's time to send that nice young Lieutenant home."
She paused at the stairs, and wagged a finger at me. "Now, you be a good little elf, and remember to clear that table, first. If you break anything, hide it under the rug. I won't tell Miss Eichelgruber."
After she left, Meadow was laughing too hard to press her advantage, and the moment passed. We finished the tart together, and after finding a harpsichord tucked away in the corner of the salon, I sang some old, rustic folk melodies. Ones whose lyrics would have disappointed Mrs. Truemane, but were still appreciated by Meadow.
The sun-dial was getting dangerously late in the afternoon when the two of us reluctantly agreed we had to do something. Meadow took me by the paw, and led me outside, to the edge of the garden alcove. She whispered to me, and on the count of three (wait for it, as my drill sergeant would have said), each of us discreetly cleared our throats.
There followed a pair of startled squeaks, followed by some indistinct rustling. It took the better part of five minutes before Miss Eichelgruber and the Lieutenant reappeared. Meadow and I bowed, and I noted to the Lieutenant that we had another appointment. He sighed, and looked unhappy. His companion looked wistful, but asked Meadow to fetch both my hat and the Lieutenant's, and they said good-bye to Mrs. Truemane, who looked cheerful, refreshed, and full of vim. I know that, because she expressed her vigor with a paw when no one was looking.
On the ride back, I felt something in my hat, and upon investigation, found it was a note that had been placed there. I thought it was very decent of my officer not to ask me what the message was. While flattering, it could hardly be repeated.
Westersloe Winterbough V, Meadow Grainmaster , Lt. Chitterleigh and story ©
eocostello.
Eudora © and art by
tegerio.
Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
http://www.ursamajorawards.org/ReadList.htm
recommended[at]ursamajorawards.org
Mrs. Truemane dabbed her lips with a napkin.
"I'm going upstairs for a nap. Wake me when it's time to send that nice young Lieutenant home."
She paused at the stairs, and wagged a finger at me. "Now, you be a good little elf, and remember to clear that table, first. If you break anything, hide it under the rug. I won't tell Miss Eichelgruber."
After she left, Meadow was laughing too hard to press her advantage, and the moment passed. We finished the tart together, and after finding a harpsichord tucked away in the corner of the salon, I sang some old, rustic folk melodies. Ones whose lyrics would have disappointed Mrs. Truemane, but were still appreciated by Meadow.
The sun-dial was getting dangerously late in the afternoon when the two of us reluctantly agreed we had to do something. Meadow took me by the paw, and led me outside, to the edge of the garden alcove. She whispered to me, and on the count of three (wait for it, as my drill sergeant would have said), each of us discreetly cleared our throats.
There followed a pair of startled squeaks, followed by some indistinct rustling. It took the better part of five minutes before Miss Eichelgruber and the Lieutenant reappeared. Meadow and I bowed, and I noted to the Lieutenant that we had another appointment. He sighed, and looked unhappy. His companion looked wistful, but asked Meadow to fetch both my hat and the Lieutenant's, and they said good-bye to Mrs. Truemane, who looked cheerful, refreshed, and full of vim. I know that, because she expressed her vigor with a paw when no one was looking.
On the ride back, I felt something in my hat, and upon investigation, found it was a note that had been placed there. I thought it was very decent of my officer not to ask me what the message was. While flattering, it could hardly be repeated.
Westersloe Winterbough V, Meadow Grainmaster , Lt. Chitterleigh and story ©
eocostello.Eudora © and art by
tegerio. Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
http://www.ursamajorawards.org/ReadList.htm
recommended[at]ursamajorawards.org
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 960 x 621px
File Size 79.6 kB
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