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[Crimson_Ayla]

Just reminded me to drink moi tea before it went cold :)

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Just reminded me to drink moi tea before it went cold :)

 

important stuff

[Crimson_Ayla]

Cold tea no good...

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gah, hate the smell of marmite

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The Old Man and Death, from Aesop's Fables

"An old labouer, bent double with age and toil, was gathering sticks in the forest. At last he grew so tired and hopeless that he threw down the bundle of sticks and cried out: “I cannot bear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would only come and take me!” As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, appeared and said to him: “What wouldst thou mortal? I heard thee call me.” “Please sir,”replied the woodcutter, “would you kindly help me to lift this bundle of sticks on to my shoulder?”"

Moral: We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.

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The Fox and the Crow, from Aesop's Fables

"A Crow was sitting on a branch of a tree with a piece of cheese in her beak when a Fox observed her and set his wits to work to discover some way of getting the cheese. Coming and standing under the tree he looked up and said, “What a noble bird I see above me! Her beauty is without equal, the hue of her plumage exquisite. If only her voice is as sweet as her looks are fair, she ought without doubt to be queen of the birds.” The Crow was hugely flattered by this, and just to show the Fox that she could sing she gave a loud caw. Down came the cheese, of course, and the Fox, snatching it up, said, “You have a voice madam, I see. What you want is wits.”"

Moral: Never trust a flatterer.

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[Crimson_Ayla]

*lubs marmite*

 

[Crimson_Ayla]

He took the roast beast!

[Crimson_Ayla]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
 

[Crimson_Ayla]

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

[Crimson_Ayla]

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

[Crimson_Ayla]

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

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oooh moar shinies

[Crimson_Ayla]

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
 

[Crimson_Ayla]

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
 

Edited December 24, 2012 by Crimson_Ayla

[Crimson_Ayla]

What is shiny?

[Crimson_Ayla]

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
 

[Crimson_Ayla]

Aw, his heart just grew 3 sizes :)

[Crimson_Ayla]

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

[Crimson_Ayla]

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
 

[Crimson_Ayla]

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.