Laird Robert Morse had undergone many changes in his little life. First he had gone from pollen to seed to a full bloomed boy in his mother's arms. Then his little family had moved to a new home. The most dramatic change had been the day his mother gave him a potion to drink. He had sat upon the ground in distress as his leaves and bark fell away.
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Sunday, November 18, 2012
Chapter 59 Where is My baby?
After Lady Margaret birthed her baby some of the women helped her get clean. Her first inclination was to protest, but she was too weak to cleanse herself. Then they helped her into a clean shift and helped her get up on the bed to rest. They had brought her a nourishing soup to keep up her strength. After this she wanted to be up. So then they helped her into her dress. She was told how well she looked and was generally fussed over.
Lady Margaret had been worn out up until this point. Now she wanted to know one thing.
Where is my baby?
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Saturday, November 17, 2012
Chapter 58 Come Out Child!
Lord Allan and Lady Margaret Morse had been delighted to finally have a child on the way. But once his wife was showing Lord Allan began to worry that their secret would be revealed.
"I cannot attend your birth, I am a man."
"I did not ask you to husband."
"Surely you can not birth alone?" Lord Allan had a hint of hope in his voice.
"No Allan, I cannot."
"Are you quite certain?"
"I cannot catch the babe."
"But they will know! We will surely be killed."
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Chapter 56 One Sunday at the Castle
Early Sunday morning King Leon ventured out and greeted Brother Michael Goodman, who conducts services in the royal chapel. King Leon does not particularly favor Brother Goodman. He does not particularly favor any of the monks. Brother Michael used to care for a cat the queen used to have. At her request Brother Goodman was granted the honor. Thinking about it King Leon realized he really didn't care. Well if it was Brother Gargamel he would. Leon couldn't stand that Gargamel.
I swear if that fool Gargamel dares to come to the castle I'll throw him in the dungeon.
Thus the king was already vexed before his knight appeared before him.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Chapter 28 We Are All Children of God
Shannon works in the Morse home with Mother Teresa. 'Working for others is good for the soul,' the nun had said. To Shannon it was all play. Being the groom for a spoiled cat and dog is only the best job ever. She would take this over toiling at the convent any day.
"You are such a pretty kitty." Shannon listened closely. She looked over her shoulder. "I met my brother not so long ago. I didn't know he was my brother, or that I even had one. Have you ever met any kittens from your litter?"
The noble cat stood prim and proper, listening intently.
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