Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-11-29 23:45:00 |
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Maryanne was trying to make it a habit to get up earlier than usual on the days after a full moon. So that the less than fuzzy islanders could get some grub after a long night of howling, growling and romping around. She knew some of them actually managed to hunt their own food, or brought along a raw bird or something to find, but she wasn't the one to probe into the others business. So rather than force them to fend for themselves once their fuzzy time was over, she simply went in early, not technically open, but not really closed. Lights on, door unlocked. Though the Welcome sign wasn't in the door. Things were laid out for breakfast to be made. And while she waited she made use of the vast counter space with a few fat rolls of dough waiting to be kneaded and folded and made ready to become that day's bread. Not far was a little white pram, trimmed in blue. Within her little bundle of joy. |