#debukefarmhold

Glass, the bloodhound, loves the farm. The smells are everywhere! And a hound dog can do well on a farm. It's not home, no, home is back in Silverwolf with the dogs and her wonderful person, Briar, Briar who is oh so nice as long as you don't ask where the meat and bones she shares come from, and who knows just how to scratch her under the chin when no one else is looking. Today, Glass has found a scent... Pigeon!

SNUFF

Or at least the scent of Pigeon!

Why does the pigeon smell, in addition to feathers and usual bird smells, of Gummy Worms and human hugs?

Human, piskie, nocker, reluctant redcap... all kinds of hugs!

Redcaps smell the BEST!

SO many smells all rolled up in one and seldom washed off.

...well, they smell.

To a scent hound, a big smell is a good smell. SMELL!

Briar may notice her dog, or might not (Depending on who Rae wants to playG) on the trail.

Amity is currently walking a ridgepole, bag of gummies in one hand and a Quality Stick in the other.

"WOOOO OOO OOOO!" Amity hears the bell of a happy hound, then suddenly sees, coming up out of the tall spring new grass, EARS (then the vanish) THEN EARS (then gone) as the dog leaps and falls back down

Quality Stick bobs in a little pattern, in time with the song she's humming.

Oo, puppy!

She also sees a STICK bobbing along, as they crest over the small hillock Briar comes into view, holding a Mighty Fine stick of her own, this one even taller than the redcap.

Briar thwaks it against rocks and stumps as she stomps along following Glass.

"BRIAR! YOU HAVEN'T A DOG!"

Spying Amity "You found her! Tht's my little murderer!" A hand into her pocket, and a biscuit goes to Glass. Another biscuit into Briar's face, and then, with a little curiousity, she offers one to Amity.

"They're" (SWALLOW) "Bacon cheese flavor."

Amity slides down the roof of the shed, and drops from the eaves to meet her friend.

"Yeah?" She considers, and offers a gummi worm in exchange.

Briar eyes it and accepts. "Ever eat a real worm?" As she slurps it down noisily

"Sure. Early ones only. Don't like the lollygaggers."

Glass gets offered the biscuit.

Crunching followed by enthusiastic washing of hands, and if unchecked, FACE

"Gah!" She laughs, and it's half bird-noises.

"Coo coo, bitches." Briar observes. "So what's a city rat doing in chicken town?"

Her wings flutter, tips "clacking" against each other on the upswing. "Oh, you ever seen the Wizard of Oz?"

"Yeah! The winged monkeys kick ASS!"

"See?" SHe gives a jab of her stick into the dirt. "I got a spear too."

Sing-song. "The wind began to switch, the house to pitch, And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch..."

"Wait, I think it was the Winkies that had spears. Pikes, but their name is stupid."

"And then it crushed a witch in a ditch!" Briar bellows, offtune

"Maybe their spears are made of fish? That'd do it."

"This is a magic wand, though." She flourishes her stick.

"Fish spears? Like... fish sticks?" Uncertain

"So, anyways, we landed here. But it was the scarecrow, not the witch, that our house crushed."

"Pikes!"

Blink

blink.... and a guffah

"PIKES!"

"Pikes with spikes!"

"Oh, yer not supposed to mess with the scarecrow..." a warning tone.

"They get REAL snickety about it here."

"What? Why?"

"It's like, on the payroll or something. "

"Huh. I'm a crow, I might have a moral duty to pester it."

"I could make you black, do you want tar or markers?"

"Do you have paint?"

"I know where they do the arts and crafts! But I WARN you.. they ain't got no sense of humor in here. You replace the red with pig blood ONE time..." She kicks at a rock.

She reaches to rumple the pupper's ears. They look soft.

"You shoulda HEARD them hollerin' the other day."