#debukefarmhold

The trufula trees have a special place of honor on the farm, one one argues that theyr'e taking up space that could be used for corn or squash , they are growing at different rates but one has bloomed full and fluffy.

The wind itself seems to shape it in some times comical shapes... causing childlings to laugh. Grumps pass by and see something different, patterns in the weave of it that remind them of folks they knew, roads they've traveled, memories sweet . Wilders gaze at it and see their own potential and more the potential of a world around them.

One young pup is especially enthralled with this tree, trying to shimmy up the trunk and laughing as he slides down the slender, branchless smooth bark and bumps onto his rump. He does NOT 'water' the tree - so rude to even suggest such a thing! But heads home to Rivervale to regale anyone who will listen (or not get away fast enough) about the lollipup-tree growing on the farm, and why don't we get some here, and also a piggy-back-troll-boost so he can see if the fluffy-tuff-topper-stuff is as soft as it looks, please?

Well, even the tallest hearts melt... and Clem lifts him up to get a view, not minding him on her shoulder as she acts as a living ladder "There you go"

A yip of joy and a handful of the fluffy-stuff carefully gathered - and Clem will find later that some has been snuck into her hair for a rainbow-hued extension - how long was that there? Is that why she was getting giggles from the other childlings?

Dignity, always dignity. That is the way of trolls and chiefs.

The stuff, should Connor keep any for himself, is true to the story, it can be shaped, threaded, and twisted for all sorts of fun!