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Library [03.14]
Sunday, March 14th, 2010 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
furnaceface//I don't. Eat. Pie.//
Jono was having a bit of a difficult time of things, today at the library. A small army of amusingly dressed rodents seemed to have accosted the entire contents of the cookbook section, and had constructed a wee rat-sized pirate ship out of those books. All of them seemed to hold a common theme, in that they all seemed to be flipped open to pie recipes.
The rat that he could only assume was the captain was pointing demandingly at a picture of a particularly attractive bumbleberry pie, and was waving his wee cutlass at Jonothon threateningly.
//And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't bake any for yer.//
It was moments like this that he seriously found himself wishing he could just direct any and all annoyances on through the door into Special Collections.
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Jono was having a bit of a difficult time of things, today at the library. A small army of amusingly dressed rodents seemed to have accosted the entire contents of the cookbook section, and had constructed a wee rat-sized pirate ship out of those books. All of them seemed to hold a common theme, in that they all seemed to be flipped open to pie recipes.
The rat that he could only assume was the captain was pointing demandingly at a picture of a particularly attractive bumbleberry pie, and was waving his wee cutlass at Jonothon threateningly.
//And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't bake any for yer.//
It was moments like this that he seriously found himself wishing he could just direct any and all annoyances on through the door into Special Collections.
[Open!]