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18.Jan.21, 02:07 PM
There was a thick blanket of snow on the ground, but even if he hadn't put up a little wooden picket fence around the small garden S'far knew exactly where to look even from his new ledge. He sipped his klah as he narrowed his eyes, daring the pesky candidate who happened to be walking near it to get any closer so that he could shout.
You only yell when they stray from the path so how, pray tell, are you going to know when to yell at this one? "Oh I'll know," he said, eyes narrowing further. The candidate veered away from the little plot at the last minute though as he noticed the pickets. Damn. Tragic. Whatever will you do now?
That was a good question. He'd already checked on the garden the last time the snow melted enough for him to make sure there was still enough mulch to protect the existing plants from the cold. S'far supposed he could always shovel the path, make it a bit more obvious where people should tread so that he could scold those who defied his neatly laid out borders. He grabbed a broom and snow shovel and made his way down.
It was good and soothing work, helped to give S'far something to focus on and more importantly helped him wake up a bit more. He didn't bother paying attention to the various people that passed him by, only giving them basic greetings and acknowledgements and quickly declining offers of assistance. This was more than easy enough for him to handle on his own after all.
Soon the little stone paved path that ran through the middle of his patch was clear and he'd used the broom to brush the snow off of the fence. He grinned proudly, hands on his hips as he studied his handiwork. "There we go. A nice and proper defence! Snow way people will trample the plants or grass now!"
That was a good question. He'd already checked on the garden the last time the snow melted enough for him to make sure there was still enough mulch to protect the existing plants from the cold. S'far supposed he could always shovel the path, make it a bit more obvious where people should tread so that he could scold those who defied his neatly laid out borders. He grabbed a broom and snow shovel and made his way down.
It was good and soothing work, helped to give S'far something to focus on and more importantly helped him wake up a bit more. He didn't bother paying attention to the various people that passed him by, only giving them basic greetings and acknowledgements and quickly declining offers of assistance. This was more than easy enough for him to handle on his own after all.
Soon the little stone paved path that ran through the middle of his patch was clear and he'd used the broom to brush the snow off of the fence. He grinned proudly, hands on his hips as he studied his handiwork. "There we go. A nice and proper defence! Snow way people will trample the plants or grass now!"
