Cottage Folk

Mustardseed and Ms. Peppercorn bustle about the pantry, flitting from one perch to another; upon stool or shoulder; Ms. Peppercorn sits on the stool, being of an average ladylike height, and Mustardseed perched on shoulder, being about the size of a very large mustard seed. They are washing dishes, chopping onions, carrots, celery, and kneading the bread. And

Rosemary-that-is-for-remembering is preparing the water for the potatoes. Mustardseed bades Sunflower to dance in the stone oven to roast the moist turkey bird to a golden crispness; but to pry this Miss from the window pane takes skills.

Our dear Dumpling, who is more than little to a noodle which she was pressing into the wooden table, nearly sits in the soup. Of which is being added to at that very moment, celery, carots, onions,

Salt dashes in and does a little shimmey shake but too much of that and she will spoil the broth.
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What should appear, but only to disappear again, that infamous brownie. The one, not only, Miss Chocolate; dusted w/ Cocoa and Lil Chili. The two kidlets run through in the hopes the busy grown up folk pacify them with graham crackers and milk.


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