Library [08/17]

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There was a chicken in the library.

"Book book book book," the chicken said, scratching at the service desk.

For the third time that morning, Thursday gave the chicken a book. This time it was Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens (not to be confused with Darles Chickens). The chicken tucked the ridiculously enormous book under its wing and jumped off the desk, disappearing out the door with it.

This time, Thursday couldn't resist the urge to follow to find out where the chicken was taking the book. She followed it outside and down to the Preserve where she saw the chicken give the book to a frog sitting by a small pond.

"Book book book book," the chicken said hopefully.

"Readit," the frog said. "Readit."

Ba bum CHING

Thursday shook her head and returned to the library.

Comments

Morning

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The chicken had been banned from the library.

Lunch

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You shouldn't be here unless you're Bridge, Sam or Thursday.

Afternoon

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The library was closed. Go giggle yourself stupid elsewhere.

OOC

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Ba bum CHING!