Primrose: *Yawns, thougroughly bored.* Tries walking, but nearly trips on the dress* Argh! Why did papa make me wear this horrid thing!?!?
*she tucks the hem of the skirt into the waist of her knee pants, and she can walk*
Whew! Now maybe at least I can find a coney to shoot so I can bring it home for dinner...
*looks at the food on the ground sadly*
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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