Well Lush,
If I had it my way, I would not worry about it...but I am fussy and a perfectionist when it comes to stories...and when my fans have a problem with one of my stories, I try and work out that problem.
As for the Chocolate Easter bunny...heh heh heh...how do you think I come up with my story plots? ^_^ Sometimes, you can even tell what type of chocolate I'm eating!
~~Daegwenn
__________________
"And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—Riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair"
Highwayman
Alfred Noyes
|