WEIR
Ahh, the Field, a delightful place indeed. Early this morning Weir had given several hints of going, praising the common grounds for their spring beauty, and insisting they look for recruits. Several, until Darwin had agreed. The great tortoise had finally conceded with a yawn, “Yes all right then Weir, all right.”
After a spot of breakfast they departed to the Field in not so much of a hurry- Weir never did. Well, that is not to say ever for there was a time and place for rushing, just not today. Today was as any other day, one filled with a warm sun on their backs and a breeze blowing in the scent of fresh grass and flowers. It was practically perfect in every way, including the leisurely pace at which the roan embarked to the commons, Darwin calmly pacing beside him.
“You know Darwin, I’ve got a good feeling about today. Today’s the day yes indeed.” Weir insisted something felt lucky, that the timing was right and that this or that was a good sign.
“Oh? Is that so?” Darwin smiled, though his tone was clearly one meant to challenge.
“You’ll see my friend, you’ll see. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” He chortled, tossing his ginger mane as they found themselves among the mingling crowds. “Ahh, even more than I expected, yes, a good sign what did I say Darwin?”
“Well you didn’t say exactly..” The tortoise began, trudging carefully through the gathered horses. “Oh, never you mind what I said, I meant…” Weir began his retort but something else had caught his attention removing him from the current debate.
“I do say Darwin, I am feeling rather thirsty. What say you?” The man’s amber eyes twinkled, resting on a colorful horse by the lake. ” Hmm?..” Darwin started, still waiting on what he was sure would have been a splendid argument from Weir. “Oh! Right, yes I am thirsty as well, and a soak mind you. I don’t care what they say, a nice soak is refreshing to us tortoises as well.” Never mind that Dawin didn’t hunger, that he never thirst for water, or slept. He had seen the twinkle in Weir’s eyes and found the object at which they stared.
“Hallooo, and good day.” Weir began, speaking brightly and beaming. “What an extraordinary coat I do say!” His words and his eyes took on an inspectorial tone, blinking towards the indigo and gold pattern with interest.
“I am Weir from the Dale, this is my good friend Darwin.” He nodded to the Galapagos tortoise who was currently sliding into the shallows.
After a spot of breakfast they departed to the Field in not so much of a hurry- Weir never did. Well, that is not to say ever for there was a time and place for rushing, just not today. Today was as any other day, one filled with a warm sun on their backs and a breeze blowing in the scent of fresh grass and flowers. It was practically perfect in every way, including the leisurely pace at which the roan embarked to the commons, Darwin calmly pacing beside him.
“You know Darwin, I’ve got a good feeling about today. Today’s the day yes indeed.” Weir insisted something felt lucky, that the timing was right and that this or that was a good sign.
“Oh? Is that so?” Darwin smiled, though his tone was clearly one meant to challenge.
“You’ll see my friend, you’ll see. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” He chortled, tossing his ginger mane as they found themselves among the mingling crowds. “Ahh, even more than I expected, yes, a good sign what did I say Darwin?”
“Well you didn’t say exactly..” The tortoise began, trudging carefully through the gathered horses. “Oh, never you mind what I said, I meant…” Weir began his retort but something else had caught his attention removing him from the current debate.
“I do say Darwin, I am feeling rather thirsty. What say you?” The man’s amber eyes twinkled, resting on a colorful horse by the lake. ” Hmm?..” Darwin started, still waiting on what he was sure would have been a splendid argument from Weir. “Oh! Right, yes I am thirsty as well, and a soak mind you. I don’t care what they say, a nice soak is refreshing to us tortoises as well.” Never mind that Dawin didn’t hunger, that he never thirst for water, or slept. He had seen the twinkle in Weir’s eyes and found the object at which they stared.
“Hallooo, and good day.” Weir began, speaking brightly and beaming. “What an extraordinary coat I do say!” His words and his eyes took on an inspectorial tone, blinking towards the indigo and gold pattern with interest.
“I am Weir from the Dale, this is my good friend Darwin.” He nodded to the Galapagos tortoise who was currently sliding into the shallows.
FIRST WE'LL MAKE SNOW ANGELS FOR TWO HOURS
THEN WE'LL GO ICE SKATING
THEN WE'LL GO ICE SKATING