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This morning, before I showered or anything, I ventured into the dreaded UnderHouse to try and track the Magic Ball. It vanished last night while Shadow and I were enjoying a spirited game of Bounce & Catch. I believe it was snatched by Mysterious Forces that live in UnderHouse. It was the third ball to meet such a fate lately, as we lost two other Magic Balls to Mysterious Forces near the Roadside Thicket.
Alas, my search of the UnderHouse produced nothing, and I returned to the OverHouse to shower and dress before performing the Necessary Rite of Laundering Clothes.
And then, there was Writing and then the Lesser, But Still Necessary, Rites of Folding Laundry and Putting It Away.
Afterwards, I ventured Outdoors (shiver) to journey to Ye Olde Pet Merchantile House to purchase new Magic Balls for Shadow. However, while Outdoors I did do battle with a Tree-Ninja and received a Wound upon my person from a Thrashing Branch Attack, even as I defeated the Tree-Ninja. I hauled his body into the back yard and sought to break it into smaller pieces with an axe, but he proved too tough and I left him there to dry and rot in the Sun.
I made my way to Ye Olde Pet Merchantile House and purchased the sought-after Magic Balls. On the voyage home, I stopped at Ye Olde Comic Shoppe and visited Master Jorg and Shadow, both of whom seemed in good spirits. I suspect it is because of the day, May the Fourth, a significant day in Master Jorg's personal beliefs.
And then to Ye Mediocre Grocery Store where vittles purchased, and then away home, where I sit, recumbant, upon the couch and scribe these words.
Soon, I shall sup and then return to the Art of Writing, as the day winds down and Lady Night draws her veil across the land.
Alas, my search of the UnderHouse produced nothing, and I returned to the OverHouse to shower and dress before performing the Necessary Rite of Laundering Clothes.
And then, there was Writing and then the Lesser, But Still Necessary, Rites of Folding Laundry and Putting It Away.
Afterwards, I ventured Outdoors (shiver) to journey to Ye Olde Pet Merchantile House to purchase new Magic Balls for Shadow. However, while Outdoors I did do battle with a Tree-Ninja and received a Wound upon my person from a Thrashing Branch Attack, even as I defeated the Tree-Ninja. I hauled his body into the back yard and sought to break it into smaller pieces with an axe, but he proved too tough and I left him there to dry and rot in the Sun.
I made my way to Ye Olde Pet Merchantile House and purchased the sought-after Magic Balls. On the voyage home, I stopped at Ye Olde Comic Shoppe and visited Master Jorg and Shadow, both of whom seemed in good spirits. I suspect it is because of the day, May the Fourth, a significant day in Master Jorg's personal beliefs.
And then to Ye Mediocre Grocery Store where vittles purchased, and then away home, where I sit, recumbant, upon the couch and scribe these words.
Soon, I shall sup and then return to the Art of Writing, as the day winds down and Lady Night draws her veil across the land.
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