Carl stayed wake most of the night preparing his gift for Daisy, a wonderfully carved Bow of her own. The carving had taken him most of the night but Carl did not mind, he enjoyed making things with his hands.
By morning the gift was almost complete. As a personal touch, Carl had carved onto the shaft flowers with baby hobbits smelling the flowers. Other cherubs like hobbits were depicted to be gleefully hiding behind the petals playing peekaboo. The string was from his horse’s mane and had taken him almost as long to prepare as the bow’s shaft, but all in all he was pleased.
Noticing that the sun had risen Carl made his way to the kitchen to get a meal before the long day started. Today was Daisys birthday and he had lots still to organise; there was the meal to be cooked, and the cake to be frosted, and he still had decorations to organise. He wanted to day to be perfect. What better way was there to distract the group from their recent loss than a party?
[ December 18, 2002: Message edited by: Alkanoonion ]
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