Daffodyl stared down into her runny, watery soup and said sadly to whomever would listen: "I remember when I was little, Papa would take us down the long road, to this very place. It was always warm, and fun, and the food was delicious. My closest of age brother, Gaberiel, who is 51, would always race me, until..." She looked up and closed her eyes for just a few seconds. "Until he got pneumonia, and couldn't leave the house. He tried to come with me, but he's all skin and bones, and so, so pale. I got to get food for him..." She sighed and looked around.
"Well, on a lighter note, what did all of you like to do before this winter came? I loved camping. And fishing and... well, what about you?" She looked around, with a bit more excitment.
[ December 02, 2002: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]
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