Kin party on 4/13/17:
Scrambled Eggs! Category is NPCs in Bree
1. SAND DOBHEAVER
2. MAN B RAIL
3. VERY PAPA LEBRAC
4. WON KOASE
5. BLOWN TED FRUT A CLEE
1. Dob Sandheaver
3. Avery Crabapple
4. Owen Oaks
5. Newbold Leafcutter
(I know, way to hard - but I gave everyone a colorful egg!)
And, our Word-by-Word game from 3/16/17 kin party:
Participants: Frodaswinda, Rozelle, Honeydove, Hologro, Gingerbreadlass, Fleuretta, Peachypie, Mugwumper, Gwendolynne, Fredaric
Words / Phrases: Raisin muffins; Kite; Anniversary; Devastation; Fluffy, but deadly; Rabid; Mug of ale; Funeral; Cavern
One fine spring day, Boldo Bigfoot was walking through the North Farthing when he came upon a rabbit sitting near its rabbit-hole. Curious, Boldo approached the rabbit and peered into the hole. Too his surprise, he saw a glass orb shining with an inner light. He reached in and took it out. Gazing into its depths, he saw strange sights ...
It was a treasure trove of raisin muffins, some looked a bit mouldy. So he didn't take any. Then a goblin sneaked up behind Boldo.
The goblin came and stole all the moldy muffins and ate them all in one bite, and then his little tummy felt wobbly and exploded. Out came a whole bunch of kites and they lifted the exploded goblin up in the sky ... the sky with diamonds.
Turning his thoughts back to the orb, Boldo wondered whether it would be an appropriate anniversary gift for his parents. They were coming up on their 40th, which, by Middle Earth lore, is the "magic orb" gift year.
Boldo asked his sister Rosewater to go with him to the Deva Station, which everyone knows is the best place to select an orb for their parents' anniversary.
After searching for a few minutes, Boldo and Rosewater found the perfect orb. But, this was no ordinary orb like the others. This specific orb, fluffy, yet deadly, would turn those who intensely viewed for too long of a period to stone!
And den the orb done runs rabid like dem frekin fuzzy fings on Star Trek ... Quibbles, I finks. And dat fuzzy Quibble runs all rabid all over da Shire makin messes everywhere.
At this point Boldo wonders if he’s dreaming. Who wouldn’t? The Quibble Orb busy with it’s mischief didn’t sense the presence of Boldo sneaking up behind it and with a whack and a crack he smashed the little ball of evil with a Mug of Ale. It split in two and it light faded. No more orb. But a oozing goo now puddled under the pieces.'
The shards of orb flew everywhere, slashing Gwens legs. Blood was running down her legs as she ran crying, screaming, afraid. Behind her she could hear the sounds of heavy breathing closing in on her. A wolf opened his large mouth and swollowed her whole. The next day they had a funeral for Gwendolynne. Everyone came to say farewell.
The wolf fled across the moors, back to the cavern it called home but hot on its trail was Fredaric and a huge pack of killer, floor-pooping rabbits! Cornering the beast in its lair they slew it and drew forth the Fair Gwendolynne alive but covered in melted chocolate.
And they lived happily ever after!