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Post by Red Charge on Dec 1, 2012 17:53:41 GMT -5
Woodsinger, hearing Esmerie's voice stopped playing, happy to get the foals off his hooves. Finally getting a moment to relax as they swarmed her. He sat back and relaxed, not having heard her question. He rubbed his head, thinking that maybe once they get fed they'd go nap and he could relax a bit more, maybe try and think of a way to get out of town.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2012 21:17:47 GMT -5
Once Esmerie walked through the door, all the foals swarmed all around her, happy to see her home. "Okay, okay, settle down," she ordered gently to keep them quiet. "I got some food from the market, now who wants to help me make breakfast?" Every single little foal shouted in response and ran to the kitchen to help her out.
Esmerie saw Woodsinger sitting by himself and asked him, "You wanna help make breakfast?"
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 8, 2012 5:49:33 GMT -5
"Sure, not much of a cooker, but I could give it a go!" Woodsinger said, trotting along after Esmerie into the kitchen. He wasn't sure of how much help he would be in the kitchen, he was more of a take out kind of pony. Well hopefully he could be of some help, after all how hard could it be, right?
He secretly hoped she'd let him just do the dishes or something not related to food, because he knew how to do dishes, he always did the dishes. Yep, he was definitely good at dishwashing, as opposed to cooking.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 19:49:58 GMT -5
"How about you start with setting dishes on the table?" Esmerie suggested her winged friend. "You know, as a start." She then looked over to little Limey. "Limey, will you show Woodsinger where the dishes are and help him set the table?"
"Okay!" Limey exclaimed as she showed Woodsinger where the dishes were and helped him set the table.
Meanwhile, the diamond dog fell out of his trance and sniffed out for the pony he saw earlier. He kept searching until he caught a scent, which led him to a house, and he found that dozens of ponies were inside just by sniffing at the door. He dug and scratched at the door in order to get inside.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 15, 2012 1:11:19 GMT -5
Woodsinger was just getting the dishes with Limey, when he heard the thrashing at the door. Someone was trying to get in and whoever it was, they were not friendly. He hurried back to the kitchen, "There's a dog at the door, what do we do?" He asked Esmerie, accidentally dropping the plate he was holding in his mouth, it cracked on the floor.
"You need to get the kids to safety, if he calls in others... But where are we going to go? Ugh. I don't know what to do..." He bit his lip, unsure.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 0:53:18 GMT -5
"Don't worry Woodsinger. I know what to do." Esmerie assured him, placing a hoof on his shoulder. "I'll take the foals and hide them in the basement. They'll be safe there. You just make sure no one gets through the door."
Esmerie rounded up all the foals and told them all to be quiet. She told them they're playing hide-and-seek and that Woodsinger is the seeker, but they must all be quiet or else he'll find them all, and whoever wins gets the last of the dessert. The young foals all seemed interested in playing and followed Esmerie to the basement, most of them trying to hold in excited giggles as much as they could all the way down. Once every last pony made it down, each foal found a spot to hide in and kept quiet, waiting for Woodsinger to seek them as Esmerie said.
"Please be careful Woodsinger," Esmerie whispered to herself. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her only stallion friend to a diamond dog.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 21, 2012 1:03:24 GMT -5
"Make sure no one gets through the door she says..." Woodsinger muttered grumpily to himself. "That's gonna be easy." He began looking around for any object he could use to ambush the Diamond Dog with. There were, naturally knives in the kitchen, but he felt that blood would probably only attract even more Diamond Dogs their way. Deciding to take one as a last resort, he turned to look at something else he could use to get rid of the Diamond Dog.
Of course, he couldn't allow the dog to leave alive, he would only bring others to the foals. He had to be taken care of permanently, but it had to be without too much noise or blood. What a horrible situation. Eventually, Woodsinger decided on a simple course of action to lift a very heavy cast iron pot over the door and have it fall on the diamond dog as soon as he entered.
The trap set, Woodsinger unlocked the door and waited behind it, holding a heavy ladle, ready to finish the job once the pot fell on the Diamond Dog's head.
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