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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:05 pm
*Kero rolls his eyes*
Hang on a minute, and let me think...
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:09 pm
Keva thinks for a bit and comes up with three more. He sings "Little Tommy Tucker, Little Miss Muffet and Little Jack Horner". All three set the shield to waivering, but is doesn't seem to be as strong for the Tommy Tucker one as it is for the others.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:13 pm
*Kero is lost...completely....he truly has no recollection of the nursery rhymes he was sung as a child*
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:47 pm
Keva shakes his head sadly. "Ye really need to start reading those again, ye know... they ain't just kid songs... some are down right nasty when ye know what they are truly about."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:18 am
*If looks could bruise....Keva would be black and blue and green and red and orange and green and yellow and violet and indigo*
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:10 am
Keva flashes him a vulpine grin and giggles like a school girl. "Better watch it... don't want yer face freezing like that now would ye..." he teases.
Scratching a bit more and finding the offending critter who was trying to take up habitation in his fur, Keva chortles with glee. "Gotcha, ye wee little monster... now where were we... Oh, yeah... nursery rhymes... ok I'd say they were food related and probably about eating something... but what dang it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:12 am
*Kero shrugs, reciting Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater*
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:32 am
Again the field waivers, but not quite as strongly as it had for those rhymes which involve some form of eating... the action that is.
Keva nods and tries "Jack Sprat" and the field waivers wildly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:17 am
*Kero, simply to try it, tries simple simon*
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:20 pm
The shield waivers again, strongly but not nearly as strong as it had for Keva.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:36 pm
*Kero thinks...and tries old mother hubbard, simply to check*
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:45 pm
Actually this time the field brightens but doesn't waiver as much. Keva scratches his head. "Let's see... It reacts for certain foods more than others and got really bright for that last one, but didn't shift about as much. I wonder if it has something to do with Dad's favorite foods or something."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:48 pm
*Kero is beginning to lose his temper....but he reigns it in...no need to piss off his master...and he thinks about Amestru, trying to remember his favorite foods*
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:04 pm
Like most wolves, Amestru has always stacked his plate with meats, though he did have a sweet tooth and enjoyed a good desert from time to time. And he did eat vegetable but usually under protest.
Keva thinks for a bit. "He loves a good side of beef or pork. Can ye think of any rhyme that might have both in it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:07 pm
*Kero's eyes light up...and he almost shouts this little piggy*
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