#childrenstale

✥﹤┈┈┈Memory 1 ┈┈┈┈﹥✥

Once upon a time there lived a Little Opossum. She was a cheerful little thing. She lived in a cottage at the edge of the forest with her parents and grandmother. She enjoyed baking, knitting and taking care of the peonies in her mother's garden. She loved freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, listening to the old tales her grammaw would tell her before bed and most of all...

She loved to roam around the forest near her house during the day.

One day she came across a big, scary looking Lion! The Lion was roaring softly in pain. “Aargh… grrr…. Ahhghh” The Lion was terribly troubled.

The Little Opossum thought to herself, “Honestly this doesn’t concern me at all. I should just move along.” But the Lion’s cries only grew more and more persistent, if not more pathetic. “Oh how horrible this all is! I, the mighty Mr. Lion, am brought down to this trembling mess all because of a little thorn!”

Little Opossum's ears twitched! A thorn? Surely now this is something she could help with. Throwing all caution to the wind, Little Opossum walked straight up to Mr. Lion and said, “Oh, Mr. Lion! I can be of help! Let me remove that thorn for you!”

Mr. Lion glared down at the ugly, smelly creature before him, ”Oh? You’re approaching me? How would you be able to help, garbage rat?”

“Actually it’s Little Opossum! But my parents and grammaw call me Lil!” exclaimed the excited Little Opossum, after all, it isn’t everyday she gets to be of help willingly!

“Right, well, I think I mustn't trouble a little… thing… such as yourself, you see, it isn’t much of a problem at all. I’m completely fine.” Mr. Lion then further proved his statement by simply standing up and limping away.

Little Opossum was rightfully miffed. She hurried after him. “Mr. Lion! You are clearly not alright. Please let me help you!”

Mr. Lion stopped and glared down at Little Opossum with a distinct scorn. “Listen here and listen well, you filthy creature. I would rather take help from ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ than from the likes of you. Now get away from me before I tear your little empty head from your useless body. ”

ultimate holiday meme, yo.

                             Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it.

     She's been lifted up onto Nathan's shoulders almost immediately because her initial plan to stand on a stack of chairs was horrible. At least this way she can help position the tree properly and not hurt herself while doing so. At least it's not a real tree, even if somebody wanted to be a damn lumberjack for a day. Less of a fire hazard which is always a good thing.

          "Can you pass me some more tinsel?" And she's just going to ignore the disgruntled huff that comes from him while he hands it up to her. Maybe it's because she's using most of it as a scarf, or maybe because all the loose bits are falling into his face. Who knows. Still, Allison drapes the length of tinsel up near the very top and then grins proudly. So-- the tree is now mostly covered in tinsel and nothing else, but at least there's something on it. Nathan's too busy winding an array of fairy lights through the plastic branches and Allison's trying to lean down and grab some of the ornaments. Maybe this wasn't their best idea, because now she's about to fall right off his shoulders.

     It takes a little while longer before they both agree on how the tree looks and the blonde leans down to press a kiss on the male's head. Then she's giving a little gasp and she's tapping where she kissed like a small child and saying the word star over and over again like she's stuck on repeat. He hands it up promptly and then she's stretching up, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she places it on the very top. Cue a pleased laugh and her hands clasping together excitedly.