A happenchance occurence.

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 5:40 pm

From: shokeno@aol.com (Shokeno)
Date: 24 Dec 1998 09:18:37 EST

A small child, listless and wandering, came upon the cork and took up the quill.

mommy fond the britest rose and pat it en mi hair

Allowing the quill to fall to the ground, the small child of indeterminate sex took up a ebullient skip and exited the arena.

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 5:41 pm

From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 26 Dec 1998 11:46:38 EST

::smiles, reading the childs scripture::

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 5:41 pm

From: rhidbrock@aol.com (RhiDBrock)
Date: 27 Dec 1998 16:32:31 EST

Rhi looked over the writing "mommy fond the britest rose and pat it en mi hair" and recognized it as that of a child and placed a note of her own:

Hi little kid,

Come and play in the arena with us even if you don't duel.

Rhiannon
Rhiannon Dawn Brock

((Author's note: more info on Rhi at http://members.aol.com/PrlUnicorn/RhiDBrock.html

1998 © C. A. Koch))