Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
At his thoughts and notions, Lena nodded, hastily grabbing another piece of paper, and beginning to write down the recipe for him. “That sounds perfect,” she uttered with her same serene smile, before taking the parchment, making sure everything was there, and handing it over to him, along with the wrapped-up pie. And another piece of bread she snuck in. “There you go!”
Figuring he’d likely be on his way, for there was much to do for everyone nowadays, the young Caretaker smiled again, content with the day’s proceedings and how much they’d accomplished. “Thank you again for all your hard work and help. See you at the festival?” And then they’d be able to part – baking completed.
{FIN}
Figuring he’d likely be on his way, for there was much to do for everyone nowadays, the young Caretaker smiled again, content with the day’s proceedings and how much they’d accomplished. “Thank you again for all your hard work and help. See you at the festival?” And then they’d be able to part – baking completed.
{FIN}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
