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A shriek went up from the mourners. As Noel glanced up from her sobbing, a woman rushed toward her. "Leona!" She said.
"Mommy!" The child's voice was half muffled as the woman wrapped her arms around her, her black trenchcoat enveloping them both. Crying. Laughter. The sound of their clothes wrustling together.
At last they pulled away. Mascara streaking the woman's face, tears and their respective snot streaking the child's. "Where did you come from?"
 
MissNutmeg said:
Noel was slowly walking up behind a chicken licking her lips. "Oh no you don't!" Zen scooped her up. She cried out in protest. "Shhh shh please don't cry, please don't cry." Zen fished his pockets, for food or anything to distract her. He almost panicked when it was empty, What if she doesn't stop crying? "Hey guys please please anybody have anything to give this girl?"
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(lol the horror of being a parent what if they NEVER stop
MissNutmeg said:
(so now we've got a crying child and a chicken stampede. We need a hero to rescue the heroes)
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Tom rolled his eyes pulled a few "green" bags from his pocket and started gathering the chickens and stuffing them into bags.
 
"Why do you have chickens all over you Zen?" Aubrey asked. "You can just throw them out of the cemetery like this." She showed him how by taking up the Cochin and threw it over the Cemetery fence. "That way the mean lady won't come," She explained.
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
A shriek went up from the mourners. As Noel glanced up from her sobbing, a woman rushed toward her. "Leona!" She said.
"Mommy!" The child's voice was half muffled as the woman wrapped her arms around her, her black trenchcoat enveloping them both. Crying. Laughter. The sound of their clothes wrustling together.
At last they pulled away. Mascara streaking the woman's face, tears and their respective snot streaking the child's. "Where did you come from?"
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:eek::celebrate real story!!!)
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
A shriek went up from the mourners. As Noel glanced up from her sobbing, a woman rushed toward her. "Leona!" She said.
"Mommy!" The child's voice was half muffled as the woman wrapped her arms around her, her black trenchcoat enveloping them both. Crying. Laughter. The sound of their clothes wrustling together.
At last they pulled away. Mascara streaking the woman's face, tears and their respective snot streaking the child's. "Where did you come from?"
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Zen stepped back dizzy with relief. Wow she found her mom! "Hi I'm uncle Zenny...er...ahem - Zen." He stammered. Uncle Zenny? Where on earth did that come from?
 
A crooked smile traced Tom's face, and he put a hand to his beanie. It wasn't everyday he got a chance to do the right thing. Or had enough to do so... he guessed some of the best things were free.

But this was not to last.

No sooner had the words left Zen's lips than the woman became quiet. She brushed the hair back from her child's face, trying to catch it in the light in the slightest chance that she was wrong. And wrong, she was not. She looked up at Zen, and something sparked in her eyes. Something he had never seen in its raw form.

"She's been beaten."
 

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