Cherry PittingCherry Pitting by ~VinChaos
Cherries. Bright, red, slightly sour ones. No, not tart. Slighly sour. We have our descriptive priorities here.
Today's task is to pit cherries. The old trees have been heavy with them; it's been a good produce year so far. Something about birds eaing cicadas instead of berries. So. Cherry pitting. It's rather dull work for those with little imagination; there's not much to it. Put the cherries in the pitter, slam the lever down, jerk it up. Cherry goes into the bowl: splat. Actually, it was more of a plop, really.
Slam, jerk, plop. You had to put the cerries in one at a time though. For some reason. It didn't really matter; it's very
Canis Lupus Familiaris: DogCanis Lupus Familiaris: Dog by ~VinChaos
Canis Lupus Familiaris: Dog
The dog grinned, and looked appreciatively at her lovely little world; the fields, clearly visible from her position, the forest behind her, and especially the house. The house was her place, to enter freely at will, unlike the other dogs, Beach, Zoe, and Fitz. Her place only and Rhone loved it.
She may have been smaller than the other three, but she was older, she had been there first, and she was the leader the Alpha. Her People would always make sure that she was let into the house, that she got the best food first, the most attention first, and, if she was ever ailing, she received the best care. She was a