Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26956198-20151020182325/@comment-27075534-20151020193228

((sounds perfect to me))

''"How much zhoo you tink zhis sheep costs, Gus?" "Why, I zhink it vill cost all of Bo Peep's munney if she vants him back, Helga, ya?"''

Mariya's grandfather believed children were innocent. He was fond of expounding the fact by the fireside, his eyes wise and sparkling, as he sipped spiced tea from the samovar.

"Bring him back, you guys! If I lose Little Lamb, I won't know where to find him!"

Mariya's mother disagreed - she once told Mari that children were inherently mean. Civility and tolerance grew on you with age, like yeast in a wine barrel. And, as Mari watched Gus and Helga Crumb skitter down the Castleteria, passing a terrified lamb between each other like a rugby ball, Mari was more inclied to believe her old mother on this matter.

Lilly Bo Peep hurdled tables and jumped benches after the stocky German cousins, and the Castleria crown indifferently parted to let her through. While she had the advantage of longer legs, the Crumbs were much too quick for her to grab her livestock back.

"Guys! C'mon, this isn't funny anymore."

''"Mebbe next time you vill give us more monney, ya?" "We can only buy zhe small sveets vit your allovance!"''

Well, no one else had stepped in. Mari put down her coffee. This had gone on for long enough.

The Crumbs continued up the Castleteria staircase, tossing the animal between them and exchanging quips, to the mezzaine, past the drinking fountain... and SMACK! Into the trunk of a large, imposing Russian frost sorceress.

"I give you ten seccunds," Mari crossed her arms, which sparked with ice magic. "Put the shiep down."