Finally! A post! or, Cactus-Hunting (the latest sport)

‘ello, Loves!

It’s been quite a while, has it not?
Now that I’m at boarding school, it’s grown incredibly difficult to post.

But I do rather enjoy posting my little diddles, and I felt I owed something, however small.

Here you are.

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Once, there was a small poppet named Elgar Jameson. He resided in a cave, instead of a proper home, but he didn’t mind it because he had never lived in a house, and so had nothing to compare it to.
The cave was quite nice, for it was always dry, no matter the weather.
The walls were something he was quite proud of, for they were covered in murals and paintings and all manner of things like that. Whenever he got bored of one painting, he could just paint over it. in this manner, he grew to become a great artist.
It was cool in the summer, and warm and cozy and toasty in the winter.
His bed was a soft little nest of leaves and feathers and dried flowers.
This boy Elgar dearly loved flowers, and planted a great many in his cave-home, so it always smelled fresh and floral. Along with the flowers, he grew a great many vegetables and fruits, so he never had to end a creature’s life.
Though he never lived with any other poppet, he was never lonely for company, because besides his flora, he resided with his pet-friends, a bird named Matilda and a goldfish named Giraffe-Man. Both of these had been living with him for quite a while, and they had all grown quite close.
Where we see him now is walking through the forest, Matilda upon Elgar’s shoulder and Giraffe-Man in a large glass bowl.
Today, the poppet was going cactus-hunting.

If you’ve never heard of Cactus-Hunting, it’s the latest sport in woodland folk, in which one explores all about thy neighbourhood in search of the aforesaid succulents. When you find one, you plant exactly one daisy near the cactus. Once you’re finished, you return to thy home, to come back every day to care for the daisy. The two plants eventually grow to be great friends.
Once they have, the game is done.

Twas a game invented by Elgar, the charming little lad.

The End.


xo