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a bunch of bullshit written by a bullshit teenager with a bullshit hobby. tho it's not like I update that often
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Ants were one of the many wonders of life that little Thomas Lumber was shocked to find no one noticed.

They were peculiar little creatures, smaller than his little nail but quick as if they always had a destination to go to. They built, worked, and skittered around, too busy with their own little heavy purpose of just surviving. Yet at the same time they were so insignificant, creatures that would never make a difference yet probably didn't care. Too busy with their own lives to care about anything else.

Not many people took little Thomas's ramblings seriously, but they had a tendency to worm it's way into your brain, drifting through your mind only when you were in bed at night only to be forgotten the next morning. People ended up being rather irritated by his presence the more time they spent around the young boy, so he ended up by himself quite a bit.

Not that he particularly minded, anyways. Little Thomas Lumber preferred being alone. It gave him more time to think, to theorize. He was quite smart for a little boy, in such a way that it both chilled and amused the other villagers.

There were no parents to blame for such an odd development in the boy; Thomas lived with one of the village's elderly Petunia. She was a sweet woman overall but also intimidating in a way only the elderly and wise could be. Only a fool would speak ill of her.

AND THEN LILY GOT BORED AGAIN

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    Itchigotchi
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    Thu Jan 03, 2013 @ 12:00pm


    "Petunia is a b***h, mother."

    And she was, at least according to Molly. The little girl always swung by the old womans house on the way to do her morning chores at the well in the center of the village, and every morning, Petunia would tell the girl to stop picking the flowers, or leave those cabbages alone, or FOR GODS SAKE GET OUT OF THAT TREE YOU WILL HURT YOURSELF!!
    This incessant nagging made Molly terribly annoyed, and usually sent her stomping on her way, a pout on her chubby little face and slightly red embarrassed cheeks. She would stomp all the way to the fountain and stomp all the way back, purposefully splashing water all over the path in front of the old womans house and making great muddy puddles.

    "Look darling, you're going to have to put up with her. I need to travel to the big city in order to do some business." Her father said, and her mother nodded- She would be going with him.
    "But why cant MOTHER stay, like last time!?" She whined back at her two parents, who shared a look. Last time her father had gone to the city, he had been involved with a woman. His mother found out about it, and there had been a tremendous row, which lasted almost a week.
    Oh no, he wasn't allowed to go running off on his own any more.

    But Molly didn't understand any of this, and could hardly remember that her parents had been so angry at each other, let alone did she know the reason why. It would take far too much explaining to the rambunctious little girl, and then the whole village might find out. No, better to simply take advantage of Petunias kind childminding offer, and make no fuss about it.
    "Look, sweetie, its just for a week-"
    "-A week is SO LONG!! And she smells!!"
    "Then stay outside and play with that boy-"
    "-Yes, you will have a new friend, uh, whats his name? Thomas?"
    "ARGHGHGH"

    And with that, the grumpy little girl stomped away, out the back door, and her little hand reached up, grabbed a sticky hold of the doorknob, then slammed it with all her might. Her parents rolled their eyes and went to the bedroom to pack in silence.
    "She'll be fine honey."
    "...I blame you for this, you know. If she gets any of those things that that boy says in to her head-"
    "-HAH She will barely listen to us. I doubt she would listen to a b*****d child."
    "...Hmf."
    And then the silence continued, but with a slight edge.

    With a clickclack of suitcase locks, and a tumble of a horse and carriage, her parents had packed and left. The key was put in a hanging potplant on the front verandah.

    Meanwhile, Molly was busy.
    She was so very busy.
    Face screwed up in angry concentration.
    Trampling a small mound of dirt.
    She was busy stomping the hell out of ants.


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